Lady Jane the Sail Boat
May 9, 2007
Captain Nelson walked slowly almost as to savor every step. He hang on to the railing of Lady Jane; he feelt the gentle sway of the sails. The tall sails, not the common white sail, they were yellow and orange and danced to the morning ocean breeze. Captain Nelson would not give Lady Jane the squalor of white sails. No, she is a lady, the lady of theof the Northern Sea. She is draped with the soft colors of dawn. Only a lady is privileged to witness the miracle of the birth of a new day. She pitched her graceful moves over the icy water of the Maine shore. Captain Nelson watches the yellow sails inflate, deflate, and flutter. He closes his eyes for a brief moment and listened to the whoosh of the sea. He feels the breeze without the reality of the light. His eyes are opened, he walks slowly again, as to slow down time itself. Take your time to rise this morning he murmured to the son, freeze your shimmering rays upon the water for I brought a lady to meet you. She is dressed in the color of dawn and talks the language of the sea. Take your time and ingrain this moment in my soul. Take your time o salted breeze, touch my face for I am in heaven and I brought a lady of my own making, her name is Lady Jane.
