My Tell-Tale Heart From The Cranberry Isles
5.11.2019
Set sail
Off Swans Island
Past Rum Cove
Up Western Way
Destination isolation
Destination Isleford
At the northeast corner of Cranberry Bay
And the weather
As if it had a voice in matters
A feeling
An emotion
It rained the whole way
Destination reached
Approaching anchorage
I furled the jib
Out of habit
Read the tell-tale
“Pipe down!”
To the wind
Had I said it aloud?
Who’d have heard
If I had
Not a soul to be found
Between isle and cloud
Or so I thought
But I’ve been wrong before
And I’ll be wrong again
What put me over this barrel
Why I alone feel the pain
Setting sail
To Isleford
In the Cranberry Isles
Just me alone
And all of this rain
Or so I thought
But I’ve been wrong before
And I’ll be wrong again
Found her standing on the dock
Tied the bowline to a cleat
Not in my wildest dreams
Much less this rain
Ever such a woman
My windward ways
I should meet
Or so I thought
But I’ve been wrong before
And I’ll be wrong again
Since then
My tell tale
Her long brown hair
Blowing in the wind
Sailing the Cranberry Isles
The sea
My fairweather friend
But my tell-tale bound
As my love to the end
Now over the barrel
I’ve found
Together we’re bound
By heartstrings and smiles
Sailing the Cranberry Isles
Sailing the Cranberry Isles
As I had thought
I’ve been wrong before
But not this time my friend
I had thought all was lost
Until fate helped me find
The love of my life
And maker of smiles
My partner, friend and wife
As we sail through life’s nautical miles
My tell-tale heart
From the Cranberry Isles
My tell-tale heart
From the Cranberry Isles
