A poem dedicated to Emily Margaret Johnson.

I know that there are many mysteries in life
I look inside my heart’s lonely seaway
When morning light robs the night brazenly
I turn to the sea and the ocean, the seagull
sings for me a sorrowful tune—heard by
many others as they make their way today
The seagull and I become quiet, as if marooned

I have traveled to few shores, preferring the familiar
in this wasteland, barren of fruit trees, only brier’s thorns

At mid-day a ship slips in from a far-off land
Mysterious contents rest within its hold’s finery;
cargo familiar and foreign. There are letters:
family to family, friend to friend. From all nations—
to our shores inhabited by distant relatives

There’s something dancing in the breeze
Hiding in the whispers of the trees, signaling
to me another rare mystery soon to unfold

Emily disembarks and she smiles a radiant glow
Yet in her eyes there is something that shows me.
A distantly concealed disappointment in the orbs
He’s older, not young, like me.
(Unspoken, except in the eyes)

The wind shifts and the moorings shake the balance
I catch Emily as she trips, not as a lover would hold her
But as a friend would, wishing to protect her, to enjoy her smile,
to hear her laugh.

There is a mystery in her eyes, and every so often one comes out
revealing why Emily and me are friends—but also reminding us
of the distant shores that separate our homelands and our hearts.
Yet, we are friends, and that is all we need for the mysterious
journey, while walking past the ships we hold hands, but we never
enter them, for it is forbidden

There is so much beauty and life outside the Chrystal ships
We leave them by the shore and wander toward the islands
Always able to speak, to be friends, to send smoke signals

Beneath a bright June moon, the air scented with Juniper
We swim with the tides, beneath a gentle moon,
Where the ocean’s currents rule our lives, separate–
yet we two are one with the sea, and in its limitless expanse
we see each other for who we are, and the sea remains eternal
and we two are in the sea, and we are one within the sea
we swim the currents, never knowing where they will take us
just as life takes us where it will, the journey has no end,
for Emily and me are friends

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