Melanie
04-11-2013, 01:59 AM
Springtime and Chambertine wine
Under the shade of a Monterey Pine
She opens her book and dines on rhymes
Seabreezes blow, her thoughts entwined
In Carmel-by-the-Sea.
On a grassy knoll, on a bluff above
O'er an azure sea most dream of;
Melodic poems from a treasure trove
Rock her to sleep by-the-Sea.
Asleep, she dreams...as silently
Her scene transforms most suddenly
The ancient pine now a seedling be
Her picnic a sidewalk cafe for three
In the village-by-the-Sea.
Just then she's joined by Lord Tennyson
And his Lady of Shalott therein
Who sings her last song to a violin
As the Lilies blow by-the-Sea.
The waters darken as the Lady whispers,
"To the sea's charisma, ne'er surrender
Lest ye befall the fateful curse as I upon the river."
Then the Lord and Lady of Shallot led her to a drifter
Dockside in Carmel-by-the-Sea.
The drifter, Richard Hovey, was headed for Cathay
He took her hand and led her to a schooner in the bay
To live a life of a Sea Gypsy, but would the sea betray?
Topsails decay by-the-Sea.
Without a care she boards the boat
And slips into the sea, and down she floats
as the Lady forebode to it's darkest depths remote
Then something gently tugs her swirling tresses and petticoat
Lord Byron's maiden of-the-Sea.
The mermaid's magical music charms the sea until it pauses
Awakened, the dreamer finds herself upon familiar mosses
Under the shade of the Monterey Pine, her book of poems she closes
In Carmel by-the-Sea.
Under the shade of a Monterey Pine
She opens her book and dines on rhymes
Seabreezes blow, her thoughts entwined
In Carmel-by-the-Sea.
On a grassy knoll, on a bluff above
O'er an azure sea most dream of;
Melodic poems from a treasure trove
Rock her to sleep by-the-Sea.
Asleep, she dreams...as silently
Her scene transforms most suddenly
The ancient pine now a seedling be
Her picnic a sidewalk cafe for three
In the village-by-the-Sea.
Just then she's joined by Lord Tennyson
And his Lady of Shalott therein
Who sings her last song to a violin
As the Lilies blow by-the-Sea.
The waters darken as the Lady whispers,
"To the sea's charisma, ne'er surrender
Lest ye befall the fateful curse as I upon the river."
Then the Lord and Lady of Shallot led her to a drifter
Dockside in Carmel-by-the-Sea.
The drifter, Richard Hovey, was headed for Cathay
He took her hand and led her to a schooner in the bay
To live a life of a Sea Gypsy, but would the sea betray?
Topsails decay by-the-Sea.
Without a care she boards the boat
And slips into the sea, and down she floats
as the Lady forebode to it's darkest depths remote
Then something gently tugs her swirling tresses and petticoat
Lord Byron's maiden of-the-Sea.
The mermaid's magical music charms the sea until it pauses
Awakened, the dreamer finds herself upon familiar mosses
Under the shade of the Monterey Pine, her book of poems she closes
In Carmel by-the-Sea.