Caressing Waves.

What beauty she, what graceful sight,
So peaceful in this gentle night,
lifted upon watery hands,
Yet softly on each wave she lands,
Her heart is filled with precious stones,
While on her stands warm flesh and bones,
Protecting her from all who seek,
To steal her heart and make her weak.
She glides along, 'neath star filled skies,
Her figurehead her only eyes,
While squares of silver push her on,
She is a sight to feast upon.
This vessel, this ancient maiden fair,
So many times i see her there,
But she was lost in battles brave,
She sits beneath, caressing waves.