Rosario Island Priestess

Rosario Island Priestess  
 
Cape Jasmine fragrance  
Following a rosary of her island magic  
Led by coffee complexion bride  
Of the Rosario necklace of light  
Upon South American surf  
She tells the history of paradise  
With her Latina brogue  
Sunk deep in Spanish legend  
A song from the heart of Cartagena  
Where she haunted the twilight balcony  
A silhouette in the dying sun  
Serenaded by her Latino Romeo  
On her maiden voyage into love  
As she tied ribbons of moonlight  
In her raven tresses  
When Pisces seeds blossomed  
Into her progeny of motherhood  
 
We sound the fathoms of porpoises  
With palm trees waving hello in the balmy breeze  
On the fragrant shore for islanders  
Seen like idylls from the long-lost utopia of Atlantis  
Where a crystal blue aqua window  
Opens to the hourglass sands  
Drifting in the tides  
Washed ashore onto the emerald ring  
That welcomes us lonely seafarers  
To the coconut trees of Eden  
 
Where silken mattresses  
Shaded by cotton canopies  
Are a holy nest for travelers  
In the sacred womb of heaven  
Where cool ocean surf  
Bathes me like a like a governess  
In my natal years  
Reborn into a new life  
 
Until cresting waves  
Divert our homeward passage  
Into an ancient birth canal  
Carved by tribal spirits  
Deep in rainforest wonder  
Upon our skiff  
Under a maritime sky  
 
Our mother of pearl guide  
Sings us into a deepening river  
Whose lush jungle caress  
Is the bouquet of bougainvillea  
In the citrus forest  
Where our priestess of antique passion  
Whose fruit is the orange  
Is redolent with Eve