Taste of Salt
There are times when I sit on my porch
Dreaming of the days when I was young
How I miss the sound of the ocean
And the taste of salt upon my tongue
In the arms of a dark eyed woman
A few miles off the Spanish Coast
Making love in a French Chateau
Then disappearing like a ghost
Gazing at the Southern Cross
I spent some Caribbean nights
Just over the Arctic Circle
I saw the Northern Lights
Spent some time in the city of Cobh
A dream come true no doubt
I'll raise a toast to beautiful Ireland
With a bottle of Guiness Stout
At the Hotel Ayr in Scotland
My orders came and I had to move on
But I didn't take everything with me
You see, a piece of my heart was gone
I flew into Oslo on a mission
I took another flight to Vaernes the same day
Then gazed into the eyes of a Norwegian woman
Who took my breath away
I think of all the years
I spent sailing the seven seas
The taste of salt in my tears
Revives the memories.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2008
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