Isla Mujeres
Pour out our hearts upon on the shore,
In this, the shallow's wave, the pool,
And there on bended knee I see,
The tides of our reflection be.
Sand sifts soft through gentle tide,
Calm beaks gently on the shore,
White sail bobs on emerald sea,
Horizon's line, our destiny.
And light, in darkened night, the cloud
In this the twilight morning sun
Down low to rise upon the sea
That we might wake and thus may be.
And so, a lesser walk herein,
With gentle sigh our bliss,
For you, the waves break onto shore,
For you, the sand,
the sea,
a kiss.
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