The sails flutter like dove's wings
gently pulled by a breath of autumn
that couldn't help but add the same permeation
of joviality that she gave me long before.
She was a shade of nightfall
that shimmered like a burnished star,
similar to that of a jade stone
under a million burning lighters.
Watching these rising waves
as they take flight over this metallic vessel,
I can almost hear her whisper
rustling these restless waters.
Your soul drifts parallel to these discontented currents,
floating with autonomous felicity;
waves rising and falling with a sensuous absolution,
I can feel your infinite presence, your adagio upon this turbulent sea.