Nights on Spice Island #1.23
Updated: Sep 11
How fine the print where I have stepped
lies written in the sand.
How swift the wash, the beating waves
that tempt it from the land.
My body might not dare the realms
where bluest waters sleep,
where cold and currents, gallant beasts
lie waiting in the deep.
But if the sunset's gaze I find,
if swells at peace I see,
a silhouette goes dancing by -
my spirit on the sea.