Rivalry2010

A clear but broken line of white.
Divides the blue sky from the sea.
A crimson sail comes into sight
and draws the waiting watchers eye.

She knows her man is sailing home.
Where she is waiting patiently.
He knows he’ll get a warm welcome.
She hopes to win him from the sea.

His other love his cold mistress.
With whom she battles constantly.
Although at times she feels helpless.
She won’t surrender easily.