Half Moon Bay
One thousand burning embers by her heart-
Men and women both still stoke her broken coal.
Holding her at night, then waving her depart,
One thousand burning embers, still a frozen soul.
The humble island does her heart rely
Lush and green, pure and free, her heart remains
His sail crashed along her land of peace
Now ruined with heart-ache's scars and stains
His hands at rest upon her chest and cheek;
Inner thoughts a sea itself, but body set to play
Her nakedness beneath him,
He takes her there at Half Moon Bay
Solace in her heart stares in the brown eyes' deep
Waiting to be caged and smothered in his den
Loved and taunted, left and lost
She waits the ocean's tide to turn to her again
One thousand years she'll walk the island's shore,
Seek his ship once more and feel the water's roll
Once beneath his warming gaze
One thousand burning embers, still a frozen soul.
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