Mine Na Poem 9.

Maiden dreams of Queen Mary

I dream of Mary sitting out in the California blue.                                 Oh, how mighty in her rest.                 Bellows no more, just floats like a haunted tomb.

To sink our feet in her waters.           To lie in her beds,                                  Be restored to honeymoon.

Mary, a monument of memories, a time capsule of the reverb lives she once carried.

A quest that she could only render  for this girl’s heart.