Lights shine bright sparkling
long against the silhouette of the Spanish coast.
The Atlas mountains south
hold the moon high in the starry sky.
Gibraltar is a huge dark contour
in front of our little ship.
Moon light shining on the white capped water
shows the paths taken by ancient sailors.
My lips taste the same salt consumed by the ancient sailors
sent to new foreign lands.
The cold march wind touches my inner soul
already cold from my departure.

05/19/2003