Water Sits, 'Around Her Hips

I, the wind, heard her then, you had, I floated by. Swiming out, 'Completed each, his grand design. Boiling foam, the water sits around her hips. Each dingy is my bouy to her, your bridge. Galliano, looking up the sunny sky rains down it is wine, the yellow sun as if it's you, it Cooks. She and I, as was the captains boat you must. Telling me as if I ask of them, about the sail. The way she got his wealth and his health most will wonder why now that he as well. You around the islands off their sandy shores and each wave you know them all and all by name. Mighty is her drink it speaks, lest one of you forget.