the sea like some colossal round barrel,
rolling swiftly along with the tide,
as the bright summer waves lost their quarrel
with a wind that had blossomed and sighed,
strange night full of clouds, full of ocean
full of gulls hanging wings on the sky,
while the waves with their depth and emotion,
must finally die.
waves enchanting and rolling and curling
a sky deep in love with the wave
where the ghost of the moon-tide is haunting,
that n’er found release from the grave,
the sea with her linens and moonshine
as white as a sheet on a line,
where the wind catches a note of the sea brine,
and your love is mine.
dear lover, our love was a sea tune
that sang out of a love ever free,
as our kisses that delighted the night moon,
brought contentment to you and to me,
our love an incredible fire,
that haunts us from dawn until dusk,
with an ******-like song of desire
filled with fragrance and musk.
love deeper and softer and sweeter,
love more of freedom than strife,
dark glance full of fire and fever,
fire and fever and elixir of life,
love never cold quenched or forgotten
bold as bold and incredible of flame,
love fabulous, searing and wanton
love impossible to tame.
there are magics that sweet lovers treasure
there are kisses of love and of light,
and love that is impossible to measure,
carried along by the song of the night,
and jealous our song to each other,
the jealousy e’er bittersweet,
the ghost and the sky and the lover,
the rose at our feet.
