At the Rail

Golden sunlight softly falls on the cottage by the shore and the woman standing there on a summer day so warm roof is batched with grasses dry and of golden wood 'tis built things of life shaped by man forming all that he would have windows made of clear hard glass framed with metals dug from the earth there that one can freely see all that there outside may be sharp hard corners of shaped wood beams of wood that would restrain boundaries they do define of those things that safely be nearby lies beach of sand where the waves do lightly lap sound does call to those near by to come down and in them be no warm breeze the air does stir cooling warmth of sultry day of hot flesh in sunlight lit so creamy smooth and tan standing there gazing out forms of curves full and ripe long brown curls hanging down golden lit by sun light lines of fabric pulled so tight colored with colors oh so bright some are straight by the weight others curved filled so full bows are tied to restrain with loose ends to pull free that would cast all caution aside freeing things that might be gaze does cast across the land full of challenge of what might be unto those who quest may take to enter in an treasured take upon this scene I do gaze and feel the challenge that there be stirs within desire to undertake of the quest it does present to ascend to where she stands and of her challenge to under take that I might rise into the quest and have the strength to succeed