Brown-Eyed Maiden

I, standing on the deck

Gazing upon the young maiden at the rail of the bow.

Her blackened brown hair whipping all around her.

The wind tugging at her dress.

That pretty head tilted towards the horizon.

That young maiden radiated utter beauty.

Full of spring and step she suddenly twirled

gracefully away as an ocean spray took her place.

She then cast her brown eyes upon me and calls forth.

I cannot decline her invitation.

I am by her side.

Weak in body.

Her delicate smile immobilizes my speech.

All I can do is fall to one knee,

Lift a painstaking hand-carved pendant

With onyx choker,

Then look away so I could not see her disgust in those breath-taking eyes.

The picture breaks apart,

Leaving me in my room on a ship,

I already know the ending to that dream

-- That beautiful memory . . .