Your Love Was The Phoenician

Every day I’m getting into shape
My heart is born anew

Every day it beats again

It starts to feel strong

. . . then I remember you

Is there strength there
in the ocean’s port of call
in the blue amongst the Aegean?

The ancient afternoons
The mountains in distance

The feelings of a beginning
and the lips of a Phoenician

Oak eyes I used to have
and the lips that you once kissed