Vicky

long days no blessing, for drinkers and vagrants, all others gone missing, sunlight on the waves, she rushes to this oasis, ignoring tourist games, an island is her mission, where cruise ships lay, she calls it deliverance, hears the cies and hails, beach people like wraiths, dance around goldh caves, besieged by other issues, kids are not to blame, she doesn't do kissing, makes an unlit foray, to convent's sweet gaze, it's a gentle escape, to touch ancient flame.