Ode to the Surfer Girl

I'm reading shakesphear and felt like writing a good old fashioned poem. Don't know why I chose to write about a surfer girl. I live in louisiana.

 

Ride upon white waves crowned sweet, magestic lady

And when the clouds come to block the sun that gives you glow

You take its place amongst the waves.

 

Glide across the top of crystal blue till your heart grows weary

And you know longer want to stand upon the ocean top

Come next to me and sit on the beach.

 

When queens of old dressed in clothes that smothered

And covered there entire being, you need only bra and panties

Your body is full testament of your rule.

 

Your board like a golden shield you wield as you come to me

And know that it is faded compared to your hair so silky

Like the hay of heaven, oh the way it leavens your face.

 

Dear queen of the sea will you make me your servant-king

And let me fulfill your every wish, need, want, and dream?

Oh girl who lives for the ocean, I love thee with eternal devotion. 

Author's Note

Do you like the old dialect. Does it suit me? If you like this, you can read "A Prayer for a Loved One Away"