and the swaying grasses of her soul,

comes the mirage

of a grand ship

which carries her dreams

and bestowes her fate.

Beyond imagination

it appears-

a salty tear;

a windswept sheet;

a calloused back;

a burdoned soul.

If not yet enchanting, it is

her future,

past,

and present being-

what beseiges her

yet stills her all at once.

Yet in a flurry it is gone-

disappeared-

only a mirage,

only a memory,

washed away

by

the

saddening

swells

of time.