From Goa she came, with beauty and grace,
Eyes that sparkled like diamonds in space.
She stole my heart, with just one glance,
I knew right then; she was my chance.

My Goan girl, with hair of gold,
She has my heart, forever to hold.
With her, my world, becomes whole,
My Goan girl, my love, my soul.

With her smile, she lights up my day,
And when she's gone, my hearts in dismay.
Her laughter, like music to my ears,
Her love, my heart's greatest fears.

From the beaches to the streets,
With her by my side, life is sweet.
I'll love her till the end of time,
My Goan girl, forever mine.

My Goan girl, my love, my life,
Forever, I'll make her my wife.
With her, I'm complete, I'm whole,
My Goan girl, my heart, my soul.

I am not that whomever.
Cat, spilt from the night
Onto porches, clever
Thought out of sight.

Nor am I that nose
Bridging the eye's gap
Fore the knower knows
Nothing whence I’s lapse

I shouted shazam and open sesame but the sea remained calm and did not part waves for me so I staged a rebellion with a bucket and *****, dug out a channel, the sea then obeyed and with a thunderous roar the white horses skipped across sand dunes which dipped into whitened salt meadows where nothing of any significance grows.

Then the sea changes faster than the human eye can see and comes back in a foam dress and as if in 3D it seems to swallow me and spit me out to swallow me and yet my mouth still went dry.

I ran before the running of the waters that were coming and their target could be,
Moses and
he composes epistles in the rooms of his saviour and sends notes in a basket to float down the river and end in a channel which I dug out from memory.


meanwhile somewhere happening

Noah a Goan said, go on I'll build it and filled it with freaks from the circus in town and while down on the Downs looking for pro forma brides dressed in long flowing Gowns made from gossamer wings a troubadour sings to a wandering albatross.

In the end.

it comes back to devotions, the mass of the oceans, the audience applause and we are just ****** that give out a meaning for free.
I will not break my heart if the sea does not part for me I shall just write some poetry until the waters recede.

A mission in law
let a Quaker inside this forrest trough's gold
where bold exhale made milk with insight

while our community shone but austerity captured the bones
that this lust was on the beat with fame

and dilatorily wept till obverse set the tone
even a sortie in the rain that kept this stony pillage
with her tide close to home:
still brimming in the wind
and Goan was spattered and stave our fold
though sudden a burst of incredulous
sin made her beckon in the wings.