The parting poem

The storm has stopped.
The skies have cleared.
The sun is shining bright.
As the wind now blows gently,
The ship has set sail.

Sindbad and his love have lived
The story of a beautiful romance.

For more than four years,
They laughed and they cried, holding hands.
They whispered into the other's ears.
The warm breath of love spread on the skin
Stopping all coldness from entering his heart.

As the ship leaves the port now,
It lets go a gentle whistle
Which echoes around
Like a wail,
Hushed up in a clasp.

Time will pass,
Winds will sweep over
The dust and the grass
Brushing off the stepmarks of Sindbad.

But when the blushing sun 
Kisses the glowing horizon,
Stop a while, if you can
And listen quietly -
The trickle of the Water of Leith,
The gentle rustle of the Pentland trees,
The squeaking benches on the Calton Hill,
The silence of the damp stones in Greyfriars.

You will hear a soft whisper, 
Telling you the tale -
Of the sweet moments 
That they hold witness.

The tale of Sindbad
And Edinburgh, his love.