Miranda and Caliban

[smokingboot]

Of all things to make me remember, it is the Harp
The songs that warmed me when the sun had gone
The cave rang like a wrecker's bell, salt spells,
While the wind, the wind told me everything

It freed me. There were no monsters, it said,
Only my father, spinning in his dreams,
And all of us held captive by them
Caged by the sea, until he found his storm

Years now, it is my hand unleashed
Can empty every ship in old Milan
And strike the sea with lightning til they beg
Me to release them. They will learn

That I am going, if they will or no,
To the island and everyone can say
Her thoughts run mad for all her eyes stay bright,
The last princess aged into a kind of dream.

Well let them. Prospero's sea change has come
And where he is, touches not man nor beast.
If you will join me now, lost monster, friend
You shall find after tempest comes fine weather.

And all the world we shall forgive its sins
For we are leaving. I will show you how.

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[smokingboot]

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