Ash in the sky,
See no reflection in the water.
What sun has been shining?
This island, shes deceiving.
A long time ago,
The raging tempest
Left me here.
Now all I know is no one.
Her graces must be,
The only ones that exist.

And in this absence expense,
cascades of escape romance
away the real, and lull to wishing
tryst with island, sky and I.
Boiling breeze licks needs deep.
Can this, her graces kiss,
truly be all I want?
When wanting, to her
beaches bossum leads?

Years may have passed.
It might have just been a lone hour.
But Calypso's grasp
Held tight, vice unmoved.
Her devices never left my memory.
Time means nothing,
When engulfed in graces.
Sated by another,
Quenched by the sea.
She and I seemed as one.
But I won't forget
That storm,
Though the eye is calm.
Her wild winds carried me home.
Clearly my lover stands,
Grains of sand, golden she is.

I remember that tempest now
likened to my first steps as babe.
pitter pat of falling rain drops raw.
Kind caressed all but island lover gone.
So here we lay,
hand in sand
in happy
only
solely
past
to cast away.......