My Goodbye To White Wings, aka. Orinoco Flow.

I want summer. I need summer. I can feel the wind breezing past the skin on my face, and blowing through my hair. Breathing in the hot sticky humid air, you can smell all the green. The smell of the sun screen residue left on. The way my hair curls just right after being in the river. The way the sails sound, luffing as we tack. The rawness the sheets leave on my hands. Cleating the boat at the dock, and jumping off, hearing my feet stomp the wood boards as a run to through my father the front dock line so he can tie us off. Bumming around on my dingy until it's time to leave. Sanding down the main sail mast. The smell of the varnish. The taste of endless orange sodas. 

Have I forgotten my sea legs? Could I still steer her out of the harbor? I have let a part of me die. And be forgotten. The only part of me that was pure and solid, that I was given as a child. Like grandmother, grandfather, father, mother, aunts, I was born, to be on the water, and I have not set foot on a ship, in far too long. No fucking power boat. Beauty is being anchored at the island up river, the sun setting, listening to nothing but water lapping against the side of her, and the adults laughing and drinking on shore.  

Let me sail, let me sail, let the orinoco flow,

Let me reach, let me beach on the shores of Tripoli.

Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore,

Let me reach, let me beach far beyond the Yellow Sea.

Sail away, sail away, sail away,

Sail away, sail away, sail away,

Sail away, sail away, sail away,

Sail away, sail away, sail away.

From Bissaue to Palau-in the shade of Avalon,

from Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony,

From Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,

From Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea.

From the North to the South, Ebudae ino Khartoum,

From the deep sea of Clouds to the island of the moon,

Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been,

Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen.

We can sail, we can sail...

We can stear, we can near wiht Rob Dickins at the wheel,

We can sigh, say goodbye Ross and his dependencies

We can sail, we can sail ....