Terse winds were full, fought hard the sails <br />pure white as maiden gowns, <br />the ship and sea in courtships dance <br />no virgin pretense found. <br />Rivulets of tears salt the cheeks <br />when bride and bridesmaid sing <br />upon the pillowed sunlit waves <br />lie both the golden rings. <br /> <br />The wedding bell sounds loud and shrill, <br />sea urchins line the aisle; <br />shimmering guests surround our boat <br />whales laugh and dolphins smile. <br />Flying fish create an arch <br />our ship slow passing through, <br />we cheer and raise our glasses high <br />and toast the mighty blue. <br /> <br />At night the full moon resting low <br />romancing sea and ship <br />floating through reflective rays <br />in her lover’s tender grip, <br />skies of dark crimson hues <br />unveil with celestial grace <br />the fingers of the bride’s caress <br />upon her bridegroom’s face. <br /> <br />Island prism’s infectious sands <br />adorn her perfumed breast, <br />within them the deep wealth of life <br />the waters of her flesh; <br />flowered leafs of pearled bouquets <br />each tossed out blindlessly <br />promises of eternal love <br />vowed to the bridal sea.<br /><br />Captain Cur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mighty-blue-2-island-prisms/
