I've lived most of my life on an island of vague horizons
Often female captains sparkled on the water out of the blue
They didn't seem to reflect the sun as their compass pointed to the distant light, not of guys but of their sons
Their affection caught the glimpse of the direction of
hereditary devotion without my emotion that recalls 'wooo'!
Now a brown eyed woman ented the shore on a wooden wreck floated from her confusion of life's invincible waves
She took my hand and we started to search lost shells among green leaves that resurrect the sound of shelter
This island is our confined home for the time being as we both still haven't found splinters of rare hope in caves
She shall not forget my understanding for her odd devotion to see through the clue of the promise of the forgotten elder