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Valovima!

An endless slate
Washed clean by waves.

I atone in the dunes.

Take me adrift
On the sands;
Let time erode
Instead of pour.
Into my glass,
A longshoreman
Entraps the steeped
Grains of long
Forgotten gold,
ale. And we drink

To the gales,
And the sails,
And the lasses.

To the ship
that made it.
To the harbor
She passes.

Give me a glass,
And a steady
Windlass, dear.

Let's drink.
Let's drink
To the hold.

Valovima!

Forty fathoms
Deep, off the shore
Of the isle,
We dropped the
Anchor in the
Devil’s Deep Shoal
And felt the
Unforgiving
Maritime sleep
That comes with
Reaching the goal.
And we drink, drink,

Drink to the gales,
And the sails,
And the lasses.

To the ship
that made it.
To the atoll
She passes.

Give me a spoon
And the bluest
Lagoon, dear.

Let's drink.
Let's drink
To the gold.

Valovima!

In the offing,
Beyond the
Flotsam and
Jetsam of life
We might wonder
If matter is all just
Debris, floating between
The oceans.
The briny glass
Of time sifted
And sunk to the
Bottom, of the glass
As we drink, drink

To the gales,
And the sails,
And the lasses.

To the stevedore,
Ready to receive.
To the wide expanse
That breathes.

Give me a glass,
And a steady
Mast, dear.
 
Let's drink.
Let's drink
To the hold.

Valovima!

--

Mad Words List 7.10.18

Adrift
Fathom
Maritime
Longshoreman
Windlass
Offing
Atoll
Lagoon
Briny
Slate
Endless
Flotsam and jetsam
Stevedore
Sand
Unforgiving

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