Calm are the seas we travel now,
the sail is down
how tranquil is the ocean,
we drift past the deserted islands
with their scattered palms and
we lay on the deck, with bronzed
skin and salty mouths
calm are our seas,
the soft magnolia smell of warm breezes
whispers through our hair
all is blue, placid and serene,
I am here with you, for once
essential as the mainstay
Calm are our Seas...
Photo: Personal Oil Painting - somewhere special in Oman.
* N.B. See Comments for Dedication.
@ Copyright Susie Hemingway 2009
22 August, 2009
Posted by Susie Hemingway at 10:17