She Comes and Goes with Your Tides

Some have watched her rising from an ocean of time. Her sightings return at the pull of each luna cycle. No clamshell boats for her, after she rises from the waves she and the shoreline disappear she's only to be seen driving a classic Chevy convertible or riding a gayly adorned donkey. She is sister to desert nights, and all the dance moves of the free roaming winds. You have seen her, you know her, she is the one that comes to you at night on moonlit slippers. She's neither old nor young, Venus is always for your best years. When the moon begins to starve, she returns to the sea vowing everlasting love to the constantly cresting waves of your heart.