Jack and the Sea Maiden

The sea was rough and choppy,
The water swirled and churned,
Jack, a long time sailor,
Had reason to

thought she was a dancer
a mystical kind of prancer
the apple of her daddy’s eye
spinning rainbows out of sunsets
a sorceress

If sunshine were flowers,
I'd blossom your way,
And breeze you a kiss,
On each little ray.

If raindrops were perfume,
I'd sprinkle

Magic

Twining slightly in my fingers
On the tips the occult lingers
The spell is wrought
The storm is not
Tingling softly

"Magic Mistress"

The wind is my strength, the air is her fuel, like a woman, she can be kind or cruel.

She's my lady of day