The Girl on the Beach

I see her sitting on the beach,
The sunlight in her hair.
The world appears within her reach,
She doesn't have a care.

Her thoughts, I'm sure, are far away,
As gulls land by her side.
The crabs dance swiftly, as they play,
To flee the rising tide.

Undoubtedly she dreams that some
Idyllic prince appear.
Then on his white horse boldly come
And take her far from here.

So as I view her from afar,
I dream she thinks of me.
Then to her on my white horse ride.
Her dream prince I would be.

But I have found that sitting out
Below the mid—day sun
Affects my rationality
Or brain damage is done.

For as the fabled dream prince, I
Along her side did stride
(I never had a white horse, so
That's why I didn't ride).

And then I rather dashingly
Did sit alongside her.
She gathered her belongings and
Did quickly disappear.