A Letter of Sorts.

So my darling what shall I say?
What marvelous intrigues will happen today?
Shall I tell you some truth or stories I've read,
or perhaps some more of what's in my head.
Hmm, where to begin...

I think that in essence you long to be free,
to swim the long river till you reach the sea,
the cool salty water soothing your skin,
protecting and coating with droplets of foam,
with firm gentle strokes of seaweeds and stone.
To choose the white water and wild river raging,
will cause you to smile;
yet so does to bask and float on your back,
to feel the tides pulling and pushing you,
this way and that:
and still remain free.
The tide is within you, deep down inside,
and only you know where you need to glide,
the deep sea gulfs, the gentle lagoon,
to shimmer in sunlight and shine under moon.
What more can I tell you watery man?
Your world is older than elfin dreams,
older than time,
older than legends we hear of in rhyme.
Will you lead me through the murky depths,
to rise on the waves and harness the crests?
Will you hold me near in your watery world
and share with me secrets of sand, shells and pearl?
I can only stay for the shortest of time,
I'm a stranger in your world as you are in mine.
Evangeline
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