Gold, Glory, Gosh-Well!

/1/

O Portogalika;

Afonso de Albuquerque, Bartolomeu Dias and Vasco da Gama.

Amerigo Vespucci, the pride of Florence as well as Seville, sailed all the way to Latin America.

O how sweet, you are, when you shade the tears.

/2/

Cheng Ho of Bamboo Curtain brought light.

I was stabbed dark and cold, with the Eskimos in the Igloo.

Give me the warmest hug, which you don't give to the sailors of the Mediterranean Sea.

Your embrace, that warm—as warm as the water in the Arabian Peninsula.

/3/

Apple and Lingonberry, you are far more beautiful than the goddesses in Greece and Scandinavia.

Bermuda, the Bermuda Triangle—I'm kind of lost there.

Your eyes, those eyes harbored a La Nina storm.

O your tears flow into springs.

Then all calm again, the sea won once again.

/4/

The compass flung north and south.

The map maps adventure and return.

Lunar coming, eclipse crashing. Now, the tide is on, honey.

Allow me to anchor in your shoulders. May I? Can I?

/5/

O sclera in thy eye;

was where the ships from the Blue Continent started and ended their expeditions.

I hope now you know that:

I am a sailor who stopped going to sea because he found a pier between the cornea and the retina of your eye.

(2021)