Sipping sweet, orange sherry
Under a full moon
On a boat, in the rain
He strums his guitar playing Neil Young
His old man, the British reverend
Looks at him, looks down
At his shoes
A diamond ring and polished nails
No music but the shore
Telling you it won’t go away
Landlocked
Without a key
There is a woman
Crucified to the bow
Of this boat
The tradewinds blowing
Through her long, black hair
She is alone
With the waves
From the shore
That won’t let
Her forget
She is there
Ruby red gems, and lips
Tomatoes and peppers
Spicy and hot
Tequila and beer
With salt spray and
Sunburns
Rays of moonlight
Stripe the ocean
The mountain
Is blue, purple and grey
Everyone is tired
And drifting
In an orange meditation
Sailing on the Caribbean Sea
Watching God
Watching me
Let this moment, this beauty
Stay with me
Stay with me
Forever
