Port Royal

The splendor of sunshine,

Amidst light winds blowing from behind,

Where shadows stood, and stare

At the lonely place of Port Royal

History scar and clear the air.

Split the spray of pirate clouds,

And make tiny gems into rain drops

Spread abroad like twisted ribbons,

In waves and wavering of emotions,

The greed died away, drown in years

Down far below the sum of fears.

Dying light stretched across the lakes.

how did gloomy spirits waltz through the gates?

And the fathom sphere out over the ocean.

Where our modern cruise ship sail

Amidst the storm and blustery gale.

A trail of twin engine wing-tipped plane,

Maneuver around the hurricane. 

towards the sunken vale of Port Royal, 

wrapped in bleak mystic exotic portrayal.

Sunshine slipped away jamming down,

Adventurous tourist shelter in Kingston town.

slip and sleep under the meandering fan,

the chant of melody made the wildest swan,

dance with foot and hand strut everyone.

in this foreign land, a concept highly strung.

when an ancient breath of spirit come undone

wind swept voices blew blow wild bubbles.

passed over towns and leap across lakes.

Bygone Port Royal is shimmering world,

Haunted with murky shades of curse gold. 

The splendid haul of riches was sunshine dying,

to send the decaying light of silhouette flying.

With penance of hope further up into the cloud,

where the world of enchantment is loud.

Never a dull moment did the looters see,

In the ill-gotten world, they conceive to be.