She sits on the banks. Waiting, oh so patiently waiting. Her long white dress dances in the wind. Gliding across the surface of the water. LIke a skater at times she sails. The air fills of mysterious new comers, she lays near the edge. Her words flow out. A cord of words wrapped in hope and desire. A rope wrapped in want. Snaring the the boat She toys with it. The Sailors left to be a kite in the wind. Her smile make her happy. Maybe she let them loose….probably not.