Inhaling the brackish breath of Espichel
In a dreamlike stance of recognition.
My numb heart sprouts newly born wings
As the gull soaring below
Sings triumphant echoes of home.
O, how I long to remain in this place
Where the haunting light pierces creeping fog
As the siren moans its distress
For those it cannot protect
From the treachery of their trade.
When I can breathe the salty air no longer
My memory will dance this flight of freedom.
Merging with the torrid whitecaps
Crashing against the cliffs’ face
Again, Again. Remember me.
The cape of Cabo Espichel is a windswept, rocky headland around 40 kilometres south of Lisbon, Portugal.
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Jennifer Christiansen
Animal advocate, traveler, and bibliophile. Lover of all things dark and romantic.
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very emotiona and passioantel ! thanks so much for sharing:)