Ferry Tidbits.

She`s always there,
men seek to find her.
With silky gold hair
and that cold stark reminder
Showing through deep blue eyes,
you know she`s good
At abrupt goodbyes.

With the spirit of a gypsy;
you can`t tie her down.
She stares at every coast
she leaves with a frown.
It sort of becomes her,
the wind whips her hair,
And you know that you`re lost
In her intricate snare.

Unbeknownst to you,
music builds in studded ears
and she`s tempted, so tempted
to face all her fears.

To drop her bag
onto the deck,
climb the rail
and not look back.

She`d stand up tall
and spread her arms,
breathe in the fresh air,
your eyes wide in alarm:

As she falls,
As she jumps,
As she leaps off the ship,

The water swallowing
like hungry lush lips.
You rush to the rail,
it`s caused quite a commotion,
her resilient mind
given up to the ocean.

She turns to the stairs
Rising away from deck five,
and wonders as she goes
how she`s even still alive.