ode to beach / calypso

her voice is the wind of a tropical breeze
of lands made of sand and the soft-sighing trees
of the tall-swaying grass and of dirt-kiss'd knees
of the star-brush'd thigh and of youth-fuel'd heaves
of the sun-lick'd sky and the moon-mad seas
of the light-drench'd morn and of sweat-dripp'd eves
of the barefoot wood and of heat-press'd leaves

so weaves she together an island of fragrant pleas
'tis a world made of song - of impossible ease