I listen when the ocean whisper her secrets.
She listens when I tell her mine.
I listen when she says: “Run before the wind.”
She hangs a glittering diamond necklace of sea spray over Mojito’s bow.
We dance before the wind, white sails billowing, foam churning in our wake.
At anchor in a safe bay.
Hatches open to let in the evening air
I feel her voice blow in
I lay in silence
until my tired eyes surrender
sings me to sleep
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