we were only three weeks from shore,
when thunder struck and started downpour,
a great mist and fog clouded our eyes,
blinded us to the direction of the tides,
progress soon we did lose,
and as we lamented our perilous cruise,
we did hear an enchanting voice,
we dropped our sails and made the choice,
to rescue that fair maiden poor,
lost at sea like a jewel in a moor,
alas, when we neared her silver tongue,
entranced in the light of the song she sung,
we threw ourselves at her feet,
watched with smiles as she began her feast.

Watercolour,
Two tears of rain-

Coppered silk dissolves,
Hanging over time.

If Fuji remains
Tell me when

She is a bubbling crater
Steaming lake, fisher,
Cormorant
And all

why does my happily ever after...
need a Prince Charming,
is it really that alarming,
that I don't want an Adam, a Phillip, or even a Ferdinand,
none of my aspirations are that grand,
neither do I care for an Eric or Aladdin,
these suggestions only serve to make further madden,
why can't I be a Merida or a Raya,
an Elsa, a Moana, a Mulan without a sigh of,
'she doesn't know what she's talking about',
'leave her alone, she'll back out,'
back out of what? this pity party idea,
that I need to capture someone else's philia,
I am not disillusioned when I say,
I don't give a **** about that in any way.