You’ve come to know her secrets,
The quiet recesses of her,
Where she tucks away her sea glass,
How her oleander smells after the rain.
You know the particular colour of light
That ladles itself across Cupid’s Cay at dusk,
The creak and sway of her cargo ships,
Loaded, inching their way into the harbour.
You know her tides, her impetuousness, her fury,
Her hundred shades of blues and greens,
The open smiles of her children,
The unadulterated solace of her.
You know her expectant sunrises,
her bittersweet setting suns, too,
The content in returning, weary,
Time and again,
to her open embrace.
All of this,
You take with you today,
The moments, the years with her that helped shape you,
And she will rest deep within you,
Intact, a part of all that you are,
For the remainder of your days.
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