Steve................"The Old Sea Dog".................(retired)

Once a sailor sailed the seas and spoke his poetry into the dark night air. 
Nearby swam a mermaid who heard the honeyed words and drew near.
Such sweet insight, such colored detail, of town and flower and land;
she soon found her heart holding the sailor dear.

And when the sensitive sailor returned to land and hearth,
the mermaid then drew close to shore in hopes he would return.
Although he stayed upon the land, he often took long walks
Upon the sandy beachheads when the moon would brightly burn.

And then his poetic voice would carry across the sea to her.
Unknown, alone and longing, her heart would gently weep.
But still she listens for his song each night in the cold sea waves,
as she knows his words and meaning are good and true and deep.

Steve, I continue to listen, my sensitive, insightful friend.

Happiest of birthday greetings!

Chey

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