Fantacy, part 1

In the deaps of time;
the perpetuale seas of thaught.
A lonely ship floats on through the stars.

A young woman lies asleep, on a silver lily-pad; glistening like the
moon.

Shining curles of crimson and bronze scatter her forhead.
She wheres a shawl of gold and aqua light.
Her skin is fair and purley.
Her lips are full.
Her body curves purfectly in its slimness.
A few freckles dust her nose and cheeks.

She slowly opens her spicy green eyes and sits up.

Her hair flows behind her like the mane of a galoping horse; it
sparkles like diamonds where the light catches it.
She rests her one dainty hand on the lily-pad and the other rests on
her brest, clasping her shawl together.

Her eyes tell a story only the wise can read.
Her lips sing a song only the centerd can hear.
She gazes at the ship as it approches.

The ship is small and green.
Its sides are shaped like the wings of a dragon.
On its front ,a dragons head has been carved; its eyes are rubies
surrounded by gold and they gleam evily reflecing there red
light.
The ships masive white sales turn a faint violet in the shade as they
bellow in the the wind.
Foamy mist bubbles and gurgles at the ships sides.

A young man standes alone on the ships deck.
His eyes reflect the sky and stars sit in his hair.