A Lady and a Dream

A Lady and a Dream

Sunshine frolics in her eyes,
And dances in the ocean at her feet;
Every reflection of the blazing day
Seems to gather round her presence,
As if she’s the Queen of Fire,
And the sun is her humble subject;

She’s engulfed in a brilliant inferno,
Yet her raven tresses hang un-singed,
Flapping in the coastal winds;
And she welcomes the firelight
As cordially as she courts the sea;

She glides through the glittering surf,
With a palpable grace that melts into the water,
And as she approaches me
Where I stand in the sand,
My heart is cast into a hurricane
Of apprehension, fear, and inexplicable love;

She locks my fitful gaze and says,
“A city made of sand
Lies below the placid tide,”
At the music of her mellifluous voice
The hurricane is gone;
And I sense a mysterious peace and truth
In her smoothly lilted tone;

Her sandy palms extend to me,
Imploring trust and promising the impossible;
“If you’ll take my hands,
I’ll take you to the city in the sea.”
Her siren’s call twists sinuously through
The nautilus turns of my infatuated ears;
Echoing down through the vast
Chambers of my barren heart;

I gaze upon my Lady of the Sea,
She wears only the sunshine and a playful grin,
Still dripping from an ocean swim,
Still seething in a silent blaze,
She locks my loving gaze and says,
“Take my hands,
And we’ll vanish into dreams.”

The truth is sometimes so self-evident
You’d have to be a blind fool to miss it;
The city sparkles in her cerulean eyes,
And I know she is my wife;
If only I have the virtue to be her man,
So I take my lady’s hands,
My Lady of the Sea

Written by Josh Monk
September 09, 2009