So often courted in morning sunrise
A thousand suitors come to beacon
In awe as one by one beau's savoring
This magnificence they come seeking
Late clouds gather amongst darkening night
Orange Purple skies add splendors of light
Yet a fickle lady leaves with no suitor
Magically disappearing neath snow white waves alone
As evening approaches in twilight's gleaming
Too soon this lady vanishing no mate chosen
As scarlet vermilion hearts wait for morning
Those left to court in mists are quickly frozen
Majestically the Sun falls and hides
Shadowed beneath tides of ocean waves
So splendorous her majesty in nudity
A virgin Queen doth fall in a last peaking
Lost in fate another night in mists uncertain
Unfeathered esteem as slips beneath a blazing curtain
That each onlooker must know her kiss was only flirtain
Reappearing from under florescent waves at daybreak certain
Written in Cabo, Mexico in a hot tub watching the sun setting.