There once lived a Princess
Melancholy Pea,
Who lived in a sand castle
down by the sea.
Out of sand were her
windows; made of sand her doors,
And all of her walls and
also her floors.
Everything around her was
made of pure sand,
Not elaborate or flashy, but
was truly quite grand,
For early each day when the
morning sun shines,
There from her bed Princess
Melancholy finds
A spectrum of colors that
you’ll never see,
Unless you go visit Miss
Melancholy Pea.
But no one ever does and no
one ever did,
So she lived alone this
Melancholy kid,
But she never knew different
or thought it amiss,
To never have somone to love
or to kiss.
And though her name makes
you think she was sad,
Her life on the sand was
actually not at all bad.
She’d awake to the colors as
we’ve already said,
And lay her head down at
night, content and well fed.
Alone is no different when
that’s all that you know,
And alone she was until her
world started to grow.
At her sandy door came a
knock, a scratch, and a call,
Saying, “Hello, is there any
one home, any one at all?
I’m a traveler of the sea,
and I’ve lost my way.
My boat is a wreck. O
melancholy day!”
She was frightened and
wondered, “Who is this stranger?
O Am I? O am I? Is this some
sort of danger?”
She also thought it weird to
hear spoken her name,
For she’d never left here,
and no one ever came,
But she rousted her courage
and went to the door,
Silently stepping, tiptoeing
across the floor.
“Who is it?” said she. “A
wanderer,” said he.
“A wayfaring man who has
traveled the sea,
But the wind came up
suddenly; our boat was tossed,
And now it has sunk, and my
companions are lost.
Do you have food, or shelter,
where I can rest?
If you were to help, me
you’d forever be blessed.”
She thought for a moment,
not knowing what to do,
But her instincts took over
and allowed him through.
“Come in,” she said, though
her shyness was strong,
She knew to not help would
be more than wrong.
So he came in, and she
offered him food, that she
Cooked on her sand stove and
a cup of sand tea.
Sand tea is a tasty drink,
but can be quite gritty,
And they don’t make sand tea
far away in the city.
She brews it in the sun in a
pitcher of sea glass.
It was tangy and sweet with
a slight touch of sass.
He thanked her so much for
her kindness and food,
For even in his hunger, he'd
never be rude,
And he liked the food, and
he liked the tea,
And he'd surely come to like
Miss Melancholy Pea.
For her beauty shined forth
from her eyes,
Which shined like the blue
aloft in the skies,
And her skin, like the sand,
seemed to reflect light,
Glowing with wondrous
luminescent delight.
And at once, he thought, he
was lucky to be
Tossed about and wrecked
left here by the sea.
Not knowing what to say, or
where to start,
"Your kindness and
beauty have touched my heart.,
I am amazed that your beauty
has not won you fame
For never have I heard
whisper of your name."
Blushing, she said,
"You cannot mean me,
I am merely Princess
Melancholy Pea.
I've lived here alone in the
castle of sand.
I've never ventured forth
out of this land.
I live a life that I love,
which is simple and plain,
A life full of sunshine
without any rain,
For if rain would fall, it
could begin to erode
My happy life in this my
sand castle abode.
Sheltered have I been, and
so I must stay,
Else the life that I know
could be swept away."
But that very day, her
life started to change.
The feeling she felt, she
thought very strange,
For never had she known the
joy of a friend,
And she knew she couldn't be
alone again.
When one becomes two by
unforseen addition,
Even before the mind
makes any admission,
The heart knows exactly what
it wants and needs,
And cupid comes to plant his
well known seeds,
Bringing together the kind
of love that will last,
A new beginning that puts an
end to the past.
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And so the two lived in
bliss by the sea,
This wayfaring sailor
and Melancholy Pea.
He swam in the ocean. She bathed
in the sun.
They talked, laughed, played
games and had fun,
And you never would've
thought that this happy pair
Had heartbreak lingering
there in the air,
For a wayfaring man must
travel around,
And could never be satisfied
on one piece of ground,
Even if paradise was found
there to be
In a sand castle with the
lovely Melancholy Pea.
He never mentioned it in all
of their talks,
Nor in the silence of their
afternoon walks,
But he knew in his heart
that he'd have to go,
And hoped that she would not
say no,
That she would agree and
come along
Into the next verse of
his adventure song,
And together they could find
new lands
In the companionship of
wedding bands,
But he couldn't quite force
the words to come out,
For something gave him
pause and doubt.
"How could
she leave her paradise home,
And wander the tide like the
ocean's foam,
Having no aim, no goal, or
destination,
Trying to see every piece of
creation.
No, she's lived here at
peace all her life,
Leaving would cause her
undue strife,
And how could I ever cause
her to grieve,
By asking her to come with
me and leave."
And so he didn't ask, but
kept it inside,
But his wayfaring mind
dreamed of the tide.
And she sensed it too; she
knew it was wrong.
There was something in him
that longed to be gone.
She could see the future in
his faraway look.
The adventure in his eyes
she read like a book,
And though she knew he would
try to stay,
She knew he could never be
happy that way,
And she never thought he'd
ask her to go,
And since he didn't tell
her, she didn't know,
And so the short time that
was filled with bliss
Was fluttering away even
before their first kiss,
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And so off he would go for
an hour each day,
Building a raft, so he could
sail away.
A secret cove he found
concealed from view
And driftwood was there, and
banana leaves, too.
He built a small raft with a
clever mast,
Holding his banana
leaf sail secure and fast.
It only took a month to
complete a ship
On which he could at least
begin his trip,
And in all hope, another
ship's path he'd cross,
And rescue him before all
would be a loss.
All that was left was to
find a way to leave,
One that would not cause the
princess to grieve,
For he loved her, and she
had been so kind,
But the pain seemed to
envelope his mind,
Not to mention his heart's
throbbing and aching,
A sure sign that it too was
breaking,
And so not wanting to
prolong the event,
When night came the young
sailor went.
He kissed her sleeping
forehead and left a note.
Then sailed away softly
alone in his boat.
He made it through the
breakers away from the tide,
And out to the channel to
wait, his time to bide,
For a ship could come today,
or a month, or weeks.
He had to just wait, and
pray for no leaks,
And while he waited, on the
horizon the sun rose,
Shining the colors on Miss
Melancholy's toes,
And when the light of the
colors crept to her eyes,
The princess awoke unaware
of the sad surprise
That was waiting for her
just minutes away.
She could not foresee the
changes to come that day.
Her dreams were pleasant,
the dreams of a lover,
And she left her bed,
missing the note just above her.
She thought she'd surprise
him with breakfast in bed.
She poured the juice and
toasted the bread,
And when she knocked softly,
"tap-tap" on his door,
No call, no movement, just
silence's roar,
Which she knew is the sound
of an empty room,
And she opened the door and
beheld her doom.
The bed was made, but the
room was bare,
And she knew her sailor no
longer was there.
She returned to her room and
there found the note,
And read each word that her
young sailor wrote:
"My dearest
Princess," it opened, wrote he,
"I'm sorry to leave you
and return to the sea,
But leave I must, for a
sailor am I,
And a sailor on land is like
a bird with no sky.
I'd wished that you could
have come along,
But your happiness here is
where you belong.
How can I steal from you the
joy of your heart,
The home where you've lived,
the source of your art?
"Having seen the beauty
that fills your days,
The colors, the wonders, at
which you gaze,
The simple pleasures of this
your castle of sand
I could not ask you to leave
something so grand,
So you being you, and I
being me,
Apart we most surely are
destined to be,
But this always know, my
dearest Melancholy Pea,
I'll be thinking of you as I
wander the sea."
"All my love," he
chose with which to close his note.
"Yours always,
Steven" was the name that he wrote.
"Steven my love,"
was Melancholy's cry,
"For you I'd have gone.
For you I'd die.
Why didn't you tell me that
you would go?
But somehow inside, I did
surely know
That I couldn't tame you and
make you stay,
But I never thought you'd so
soon be away!"
And for the first time in
her life, tears filled her eyes,
And as they did, storm
clouds filled the skies,
As if they were connected,
her tears and the rain,
Fell in a torrent, a mirror
to her pain.
As the rain fell, it began
washing away
The safety of her past, all
the joy of her days,
And the sand roof began to
run, and so too did fall,
As the rain beat down the
sand from the wall.
As if the loss of her lover
weren't enough,
The loss of her home, would
be also as tough,
For never again would those
bright colors rise
In the morning as she opened
her eyes.
Then as the rain continually
poured,
The ocean rose, and the
floodwaters roared.
The rain didn't stop until
her tear ducts were dry,
And slowly the clouds
revealed the sun in the sky,
But all that was left of all
her dry lands
Was the small circle where
Princess Pea stands,
Wondering where can she go,
what can she do,
Never having left her home,
not having a clue
As to just which way her
next step would be,
Completely surrounded by the
blue of the sea,
And never before, at least
never as yet,
Had she stepped in and
gotten a single toe wet.
She thought to herself,
"I surely can't stand
Here all my life on such a
small piece of land,
But I can't swim because
I've never swum.
O what a sad state my life
has become!"
They say no clear choice
forces faith to leap,
And so she stepped out into
the ocean deep,
And as her feet and legs
completely submerged,
They seemed to grow
together, combined and merged,
And there where her legs,
feet and toes had been
Grew a green, scaly, and
shining new fin.
IV
So once she was fully
submerged in the water,
She laughed and splashed and
swam about her,
And because she never had
swum before,
You'd think her skills would
surely be poor,
But she could swim, and swam
around like a pro,
Going left and to right,
then to and fro.
Then, just to try, she
climbed back on the land,
And her legs grew back as
she touched the sand,
And so, quite exhausted, she
thought it best
To stop for a while just to
think and rest.
She was amazed at her new
found power,
So she sat and wondered for
over an hour,
“A mermaid in water, a girl
on earth,
Are there other secrets
unknown from my birth?
Who am I really? From where
did I come?
Who were my parents to whom
I came from?
What other things don't I
know about my self?
What other talents have I
left on the shelf,
While living a life content
and secure,
Afraid of what could be,
alone and unsure?”
While Princess Pea sat
resting and pondering,
Poor Steven's raft was
drifting and wandering.
Minutes seemed days, and
hours seemed weeks,
But the raft held steady
without any leaks,
Yet Steven was struggling
with heartbreak and hunger,
With guilt of how his
leaving certainly stung her.
He thought of her face, her
eyes, her smile,
And dreamed of her kindness,
her caring, her style,
How she made him feel by
just being around,
All that he'd given up, just
so he could drown.
Because drowning or starving
would soon be his fate.
No ship would come, and soon
would be too late.
After days of drifting, he
finally passed out
With the little raft still
tossing and tossing about,
But finally one morning a
ship did come,
Full of pirates and
scalawags wreaking of rum.
They took him aboard, laid
him in a bed,
Poured water down his
throat, dressed the burns on his head,
And at the end of two weeks,
he opened his eyes,
But still lacked the strength
to roust or to rise.
He knew not the bearded man,
who gave him care.
He knew not the place, here,
there, nor where,
And looking around did not
ease his mind,
For nothing but darkness
there did he find,
But he recognized the
familiar rock back and forth,
And knew from that he'd
found a ship heading North,
For he was so skilled at
sound navigation,
From the feel in the
darkness he could discern situation.
He knew the heading and
could tell the speed.
A glimpse at the stars is
all that he'd need.
Just then the bearded
stranger came in,
And by candle light, his
care did begin.
He dressed Steven's skin
with Aloe and lotion.
He gave to him such kindly
devotion
That Steven chanced to open
his eyes,
Which gave his caretaker a
welcome surprise.
“Well good morning! We found
you alone drifting about,
And we hoped you'd survive,
but 'twas much in doubt.
Rest here. You are safe. Take
care and sleep well,
Your strength will return. Only
time will tell.
“My name is Washburn. I'm
the ship's Doc,
The men think I'm odd 'cause
I wear a clock,
But I like it, and I feel
that it's no crime,
Even on a ship such as this
to remember the time.”
And Steven for the first
time in weeks
Had a smile form in between
his cheeks.
There's no cure for sickness
like finding a friend,
Especially when a time of
loneliness comes to its end.
He wanted to thank this man
for his care,
But when he opened his
mouth, no voice was there.
It's not that he had a
scratch in his throat,
Or that the sun dried it up,
while adrift on the boat.
It was as if no voice had
ever existed,
That his voice box was at
once gnarled and twisted.
No whisper or croak, no
sound could he make.
He couldn't even whistle the
tune of “Lomond Lake.”
He now was a bird aloft in
his own sky,
But could sing no song, nor
cry no cry.
His voice he had lost, when
from her torn apart
Because he did not speak the
truth from his heart.
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