One would never notice nor see.
The way his voice commands the sea, She bends and beckons wait for me.
Two lives lived, entwined yet unrefined. With ruffled feathers he hails unwavering 'this siren's mine.'
But why with her being tattered and torn, should the captain declare her no longer forlorn?
With each passing day, she hears her name. She succors his call no longer ashamed. As he extends his opened hand to her, a kiss is all she desires to concur. So she leans her head towards those massive hands, and with pressure of her lips she releases the bands. Stripped of fear no longer adheres, to the truth that binds them together.
Precocious' she thought no longer more. In fact she laughs more and more. Of the man whose eyes she forever adores.
September 12, 2015 @ 1:39pm.
