What the Squall Sends

scavenge what you find and salvage what you can swim towards the shores, though the shores do seem to swim shimmy up a sea shore tree shady up under the palm inspire yourself to be a hard - to - split nut who could just as easily be won over with a song good friend lie awake under the island's scintillating moon as she sparks light over the shimmering shadows of low waves listen to the cadency of accent, course, and sway the days' roving shipwrecks so often made my divine gowned mystic banfilid within the oak and intonation of inward hills let us crack open these fence - sitting coconuts that have wobbled off by themselves into the fields my good friend