Love At Sea Comments

Love's essence on Nova Scotia’s gloomy coast of mossy granite, sudden gray squall, punished by a presumptuous wind coming about,
like aquatic gusts, rain pebbles fall from a thunder-squall’s lightening sky; a resounding bell, a gloaming earth nigh, like a monastic Bedouin poet of prophetic high,

written for the one my restless, sojourn heart aches for; a beauty as a silver ghost, unchained, though sobbing, as twilight nigh upon a desperate shore; thinking, feeling, of our last embrace near Halifax, only a schooner’s beat to windward away;
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