The Only Face...

The Only Face

That face has launched a thousand ships
A thousand ships or two
It's a good face, it's there for, anyone to see
It's a face ingrained on my mind
It's the only face that I see.
Between you and me! the only face he has
A better, face he could have not as far I can see
It's launched thousands of ships
Sailing across the seas
I being one of those maidens
Has stayed in my memory
That face full of strength,
Planting, those seeds on my mind.
As he goes roaming across the miles!
Fathoms, deep skimming across the seas.
Distant lands hollering
Oi there me beauty's me, dearies
His long boat, like the Vikings of old
Those maidens so in love or lust, with he
As they saw his ship arrive around the headland
Running, to the shore dishevelled hair
As their god landed in paradise...
Once more like never before
As they carried he shoulder high
Ambiguity not anywhere
As they hollered yet again
Carrying their man with the long red hair
His eyes blue, so blue gazing as far as he could see
This paradise land,
Whispering winds beyond those trees
Swaying in the breeze,
The mountains high above
The lagoons, the waters blue, so blue
Those waterfalls,
Like a gossamer curtain shimmering in the sun.
In the noonday, before the madness began ...
Scanning his eyes as far and wide, over
His domain
Was a land spoiled not by man
A land a paradise land
As he was carried shoulder high
Through his paradise his domain,
He ruled with fairness and love
Those maidens retained his heart
As they proudly stood by
With mischievousness in they're eyes
As they gazed into his face, the only face
A face brimming with love
For his beauty's across the far horizon
The deepest fathoms across the miles
A face that launched ten thousand ships.
But, in their minds those long boats
Those pirates that he ruled with iron fists
Recognised was he, as hollering he arrived
Beating a drum or two like the Vikings of old
Rampaging through...
But that face the only face retained by those
In far distant lands, remembering
He that face, that ruled they're world.
With fairness & love
As they carried him shoulder high
Their god, the long red hair
And the bluest of blue eyes.

  By Connie James...