The morning rays pierce my blue eyes,

awash in gold.

Sea birds above sing for my joy.

While I wait in tremulous wonder,

as the wind guides my treasure to me....

A ship, of shimmering gold,

her sails… fresh like morning cream.

My eyes do not betray my heart..

‘tis the wind that blurs my sight…

‘tis the wind.

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