Her Answer

A poem about expecting an answer.

She is waiting at the moon shaped port
As she stands in front of the crystal ocean,
The wind blows against her long blue dress
Her stare is fixed into the horizon, and she awaits for her answer
She won't speak to anyone, for her throat is entangled
She can’t get freed up from the gifts that are trapped on the web of her golden necklace
If she would wisely use her gifts... without fear
I know her answer will soon meet her at the moon shaped port