She lies there still but not for fun.
She lies motionless for hours in the run.
The Sun’s rays falls sharply on her eyes.
She lies frozen like a solid ice.
Is she real or a guise?
The noise around her is loud.
She lies undisturbed by the cloud.
She belies the spirit of the surround.
The day fades to a starry night.
She lies almost tight.
She presents an alarming sight.
The night sets in silently.
She makes no move relevantly.
Her posture calls for action immediately.
She rises from her bed in a sudden.
Smothers her dress of its crampled trend.
Walks up the aisle with hair done.
She leans over the rails.
She looks at the night’s trails.
She fathoms the dark sail.
She watches the vessel move.
She shuts her eyes in a disapprove.
Alas! her soul is entrapped in the groove.