Wearily slept I, wrapped in my hammock

Until awoken by the swaying sea.

And then, Sweet Dawn, from high panoramic

On that wonderful day, shone down on me.

She strode with confidence through a small crack

‘Twasn’t wider than her brilliant smile.

With such a grace I’d chase through Hell and back

Then further to final uncharted mile.

And though our numbered moments tick away,

Each tock a splash of ocean’s fleeting time,

Sweet Dawn’s soft light refracted through the spray

And brought voice to florescent pantomime.

Such melodious tunes could ne’er be written,

But I will try, as Dawn has me smitten.

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