This is a poem I wrote at the beginning of the Summer this year, and I wanted to put it up someplace it could be stored more reliably than facebook, so here it is.
As I stand here by your side,
and my hand brushes against yours,
as we stand and watch the tide,
I consider all those open doors,
then I realize, I have nothing to hide.
And while the waters ebb and flow,
I look deeply inside your eyes,
and see all I'll ever need to know.
The future is not something we can rationalize,
but it's somewhere we will have to go.
Already, we can hear the call,
to go beyond that horizon,
it waits there, and beckons to us all,
even now as the wind fills the mizen,
and I know it will carry us beyond, into the fall.
But as to the end,
I know not where we will find ourselves,
for no one knows what is beyond that bend,
we can only see those rocky shelves,
but not what those waiting waters so readily tend.
To step in places none have been before,
to see that place untravelled,
a home to beautiful to ignore,
free from all that our lives unravelled,
on that distant, open shore.
And here we are,
ready, together, to depart,
filled with hope that none can marr,
burdened not with treasures, or works of art,
together, forever, to that place afar.
There is nothing to fear
for there will be no one to miss us,
or to shed a tear,
but now, together, our longing is furious,
and it's time for us to go, my dear.
-Matthew Carey 2012
