Slipping from the harbor at midnight,
Clouds ghosting the hills of Fuchal
A full moon obsesses a veiled sky
Gaiety echoes from bars dotting the waterfront
None aware we were secretly shadowing away
Firefly lights twinkling goodbye.
“Amanhã,” the seas whisper. Tomorrow.
Poncha lingers on my lips
The taste as sweet as the journey
Meters away, in open sea
Engines vibrate to life
Spiriting away the adventure, still
Lingering in our souls.
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