The waves pull part,
our sails fill,
our ships depart.
Off you crest,
the marble's arch.
Away, away,
the swirling mass steals thee.
Away, Away,
my sail steals me.
To opposite bay.
To differing stars.
The infinite plane,
the blue in the bars.
Away, away,
oh, gem of the sea.
Away, away,
me.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
The waves pull part,
our sails fill,
our ships depart.
Off you crest,
the marble's arch.
Away, away,
the swirling mass steals thee.
Away, Away,
my sail steals me.
To opposite bay.
To differing stars.
The infinite plane,
the blue in the bars.
Away, away,
oh, gem of the sea.
Away, away,
me.