Lady of the Ocean

The sun is sinking over the beauty of her ocean. Chords playing rhythms of love on guitar. The warmth of the summer breeze blowing through her soft silky hair. Seagulls hovering over the Santa Barbara pier. Sands of time sifting through her toes. Lightly touching her consciousness as the sensations pass over her body. Reading her novel of loves that have long come to pass, she listens to the sounds of Heaven played from her cloud. She glances at the brightness of the setting sun through her dark shaded lenses. Visions of grandeur appear before her eyes. They quickly fade to dreams as she drifts off into a slumber. But then the memory slips away as she awakens to the crash of the sea against her shore. And all that is left is the magic spell that she is under. My lady of the ocean, the mirror in the sky holds your portrait in captivity. An image of a stranger, still you've never come to know. In disguise you hide your burdens upon display near animosity... towards the fruit that tastes of passion, but bears the seed that never grows. Michael 2/16/2014