Moving Pictures

dawn told the story;
it was treated in perfume and
excess- a promised to one
and the death of an idea.

"Where is Davis?", but

poor though stately, and he a baron
of industry- sailing always
was the gleam;
she loved him and the
adventure and promise of
being in his next moving picture.

"Where is Davis?", for

sunning on deck, she so perfectly
gleamed; he played tough and manly
but
they mixed like puzzle pieces
until they got lost at sea.

"Where is Davis?", life and

love is forever and
love is sacrifice;
love is everything
the men fought over food.

"Where is Davis?", survival

she jumped, she cried;
9 days at sea with
little food and injuries-

"Where is Davis?" she asked the sailor,
who only by pure luck, saw her
driftwood boat.