Lady In the Tower
Along the west coast stands a lady in a tower.
The tower stands upon the rocky cliffs over looking the ocean of blues and greens.
The wild waves in which are over crested with white foam of mystery, would come smashing
against the rocky cliffs, and would dissipate sown the rocky sides only to disappear back into
the water.
And this lady in the tower would stand watching, as the waves would come in only to not,
acknowledge the land behind her.
For the tower was her safe place in which protected her from all things.
Yet, from dawn until dusk she would find peace in the tower in which she stands.
And far beyond the horizon of this deep ocean was a man of whom would gaze into the
horizon from his side of the ocean.
For they were destined to wait the acquaintance that will never take place.
Because of the love of site, given by the ocean of destiny, in which it holds many.
Therefore, they wait alone in solitude for that someone never to arrive.
Who shall hold this destiny?
The ocean, the man, or the lady in the tower.
MaryMcshirlyKilker
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