I left Livorno in a sapphire dawn.
White mountains, crumpled like a thrown back sheet
recede; as softly daylight fades to fawn
I sail alone into the sullen heat.
Last night, your dark eyes shone. I
remember
reflected in a glass of spicy red,
yellow candlelight - a crimson ember.
You laughed. I conjectured - how soon till bed.
Noon: dolphins leap across the bow wave's
foam,
Capraia passes, barren and treeless.
I think of how bewildered Ulysses,
captured by Calypso, still yearned for home.
Beyond love lies no cosy solitude,
just empty chaos, where dark matters brood