the girl with the shark tattoo

We met in Galaxidi, a late night
Cheap white wine, she smelt of the sea
And spoke of sharks and sails and all the things
That are, could be or have been
It was a late night and cheap Greek wine
A Galaxidi dream

We sailed together for a day, she and I
Half my age and twice as wise
A wicked laugh, a generous smile
And of all the things that are, could be 
Or have been, she clings 
To her freedom like a fevered dream

So should she stay, wild and free
A salt dream of the Ionian sea
As with all the things we leave behind;
Carry the present like scars in the sand
To be washed away by the surf of time.
In this moment only are we defined