A Woman Too Far Away
by Frank Watson
Standing by the water,

Touching the breaking waves:

She’s a lady of the sea,

But will she sing for me?


Walking around the bend,

Touching her wind-swept hair:

She’s a lady of seaborne air,

But will she ask me over there?


Plucking flowers by the green,

Touching the fallen petals:

She’s a lady of the earth

And I’ll never speak with her.



All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2013