I sail these see to forget you
or at least thats what i tell myself
the salt waves embrace the branches of my constant neurosis
for i cannot seem to remember myself these days
and in my existentialism i shall play the sweet prince and bid you goodnight
when i see the green flash ill know it was you
and ill dream of your eyes
and your nose
and your lips
where does home lie?
but this old buccaneer shall lose himself in the arms of calypso.
plant a seed in the ground for me and when it blooms tell our light to keep a weather eye on the horizon
await the flash of green
                                                                       -DBE