A Traveler's Story - Part 2
I came late one season in the eve
and I noticed those emerald eyes
waiting for me, I did not see.
Waited to late to return from the sea
and now someone else holds my dream.
How is this, I thought to me.
A walk along the dock lead me, to the ole cemetery
where there stood a weeping, willow tree,
from the corner of my eye, this I did see.
Roses are red and violets are blue my love,
My traveler in the after life I wait for you.
Beyond the sea, there you'll meet me, where
I will no longer come second to her reefs.
All eternity you promised me.
I held her locket in my hand and how I wished
for her I could have been a different man. They say
you never miss a thing until to you it no longer brings.
To the sea I returned and days and nights pass as
the sea churns, each time the sun sets deep below
I think I might see her, my emerald love.
I smell her lilacs on the wind and each time a small grin
followed by a smile, for I know we'll meet again,
where the horizon meets, the nautical mile.
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