Portobello
The Spanish galleon is awash in the harbour.
School uniforms cast off, draped over a chair.
The sailor's eyes tide, inflowing with ocean.
The impress of your skin. The bed's ebbing motion.
Count out the doubloons, count out the treasure.
Youth's lustre, the flush, when you opened your blouse.
The fathomless sea. The world all before us.
Seagulls calling through the quiet house.
Those lithe young bodies, launched on their journey.
Cries of joy and passion on the Spanish Main.
The ceaseless Atlantic. The endless yearning.
The distance we traveled to return home again.
Lift the sea drenched anchor from the coral.
The ebb tide is flowing - cast off from the reef.
The ocean was in us; together, one journey.
The breeze billows the sails on time's currents of grief.
The Spanish galleon is awash in the harbour.
School uniforms cast off, draped over a chair.
The sailor's eyes tide, inflowing with ocean.
The impress of your skin. The bed's ebbing motion.
Count out the doubloons, count out the treasure.
Youth's lustre, the flush, when you opened your blouse.
The fathomless sea. The world all before us.
Seagulls calling through the quiet house.
Those lithe young bodies, launched on their journey.
Cries of joy and passion on the Spanish Main.
The ceaseless Atlantic. The endless yearning.
The distance we traveled to return home again.
Lift the sea drenched anchor from the coral.
The ebb tide is flowing - cast off from the reef.
The ocean was in us; together, one journey.
The breeze billows the sails on time's currents of grief.