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My Tell-Tale Heart From The Cranberry Isles

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

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