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making peace with my destiny
I go to the islands.
No more winter this heart
I sun like soap.
You my love, with me
Would have it no other way.
A ship, darling, a ship
Waits at dawn, dewy sails.
Waits at dawn mist–hung
Rocking salty by green stones.
A captain and a sailor there
come to cheer falling sails.
A captain and a sailor there
come to cheer rising seas.
Briney gale whistles eerily
in the nostrils of my skull,
Howls salty Glorias
while the good–bye boy
madly shakes
the ship’s bell.
Briney wind rubs our eyeballs
The wind, morning muezzin.
Pre–sun, dim pearls the sea–drops
The wind, rubbing our backs.