Untittled 2

Wild flower look fresh staring at the ocean
Waving at the sailor but with caution
Behind her is a city that is foreign
The city watches from behind and don't see the faucets
Flowing, I call she ignores me
She's more worried about today than yesterday's city stories
She longs for the sailor who thru the world keeps touring
He watches the sun and the sea
He sees not who's in the shore saw him
Or sees what he sees
Coz he sees the land and she sees the sea
She sees the man, the man sees the C
That being the city behind her that brings her grief
But the sailor hasn't seen land so long that he's relieved
To be, where the sand is, the beautiful palm trees
She only wants to get away and see the sea
As she stares at the waves and waves at me
As a sailor who's to take her from confinement of land

Author's Note

One of my favorite work. What do you think?