Journey

They stood there, hand in hand

It was to happen, she knew that

But reality slaps you when you

Do not suppose it shall.

She tried to laugh, but out

Came only a frog’s croak:

She tried to smile, but out

It burst, those horrid rain-drops

She tried to calm herself down

And turned to face him.

He tried to cheer her,

“Mary, I love you”

But, she cried more,

More and more,

Until she stopped to ask,

“Do you love me enough to come back?”

“Of course”, came the reply,

Along with the last whistle

Of the ‘Mariner’, sailing eastward

Crossing all the seven seas in a shot.

He climbed onto it and waved

And waved, till sight could allow.

 

Springs rushed past her,

Snow fell around her and vanished

The sun continued its revolution

For a fourth time more

She ached to disbelief

Those tales building up

Their graves within her supple heart

A journey to the east,

She made her mind,

Bundled herself, and at last,

Stood on that very dock,

With the breeze bestowing her

Newer and finer thoughts,

Did he even deserve the joy

her suffering would offer?

The Captain signaled the last whistle

Stretched out his hands to her

She too, stretched hers, with poise

And turned to whisper,

“Good-bye Captain!”