They brood, the thunderclouds, gray-black towers

Despoiling the azure seas this summer’s day

Sailing fast on the westerlies the way

They do when they seek to ruin the hours

We stole to spend in this rickety boat

Where I lay you down in a bed of straw

And made wild love to you, since no more

Words could pass our lips, nor red wine could float

Our inhibitions more away.  They were gone

When we joined and the rocking of the sea

Brought us to our hoped-for destiny

Where, for that brief time, we were not alone

But now, love, we must sail for home again

To avoid God’s wrath, and His wind and rain

08/06/2003