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.