Isla

A sea passage marine blue, my smiles won’t show, what our ancestors refuse, strangled by swaying steps, I'll tempt you with my glow, dancing waves my bequest, not waiting for the curfew, to take your arms and show, the fertile lands of distance, a knife my only threat, a young woman free to bestow, love to a shipmate's chest, bellowing engine chewing, horizon's a shipping furrow, there's nothing left to view, I feel blessed, the engines warm my toes, my mind is at rest, in places without windows.