He’d heard something,
On his way to Long Bay,
Something in the tides,
Of the summer breeze,
He’d felt something,
On his way to her sandy shores,
A subtle shift, a wave of ecstasy,
A bit of rum left glistening,
Her lips betrayed a pirate’s treasure.
Alas, a ship moored to her pier,
Her winds softly poking at my sails,
Her waves gently lapping in my mind,
My compass points to her horizon,
But where the Sun set this bow may never kiss.
Gone forever in the raging sea,
A simple star, a sail unfurled within my passion,
Pressed upon by my desire,
Driven onward by a twist of fate unknown,
She remains my destination still.