de Feu

Oh- chaste Vestal Island of passion
I’ve not set sight of your ivy shores
Basking in lushness, of lunar silence
Or experienced their volcanic waves
From those deeply hidden eruptions
Nor degust any of sweet ripen nectar
Of your long sought fruited drippings
Protected by the outgoing tides force
Which is in constant stirred churning
Preventing my vessels palmy landing
Pursuing a pirates map for...lost treasure


Poet of the Light © 2020

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