Mighty Blue (2) , Island Prisms

Terse winds were full, fought hard the sails pure white as maiden gowns, the ship and sea in courtships dance no virgin pretense found. Rivulets of tears salt the cheeks when bride and bridesmaid sing upon the pillowed sunlit waves lie both the golden rings. The wedding bell sounds loud and shrill, sea urchins line the aisle; shimmering guests surround our boat whales laugh and dolphins smile. Flying fish create an arch our ship slow passing through, we cheer and raise our glasses high and toast the mighty blue. At night the full moon resting low romancing sea and ship floating through reflective rays in her lover’s tender grip, skies of dark crimson hues unveil with celestial grace the fingers of the bride’s caress upon her bridegroom’s face. Island prism’s infectious sands adorn her perfumed breast, within them the deep wealth of life the waters of her flesh; flowered leafs of pearled bouquets each tossed out blindlessly promises of eternal love vowed to the bridal sea.