May 18, 2008
Choose one
Close your eyes.
Think of the ocean.
No, the sea.
Off a near Caribbean island.
Okay, right, now think of a boat.
A sailing boat; with silver shrouds and high mast.
And just you and me aboard.
Now, Princess, think of the night.
A moonless night with an army blanket sky,
With glitter silver sprinkled across it.
Perfect!
You’re at the helm with me.
I’m holding you tight, keeping the ocean’s chill at bay.
Listen, smell, a breeze – soft, sweet,
Off the sleeping reef,
Wow!
Look up.
The stars:
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Choose one; I’ll have it cut for a golden ring thet you might wear; with pride of place.