White seagulls wheeled overhead,
gray waves crashed on an unknown shore.
She moved up behind me quietly
I had not noticed her before.
'' I have watched you since your youth.''
She said, '' I have followed you on lonely trails, climbed beside you on desolate mountains, roamed with you as you rode the rails.''
''I have watched you hurt and bleed and sweat, witnessed you bruised and beaten,
revelled with you in your feasting
starved with you when you had not eaten.''
''I fought beside you as you contested with others, counseled you as with others you sought peace.
You have felt me as I laid down beside you;
Ere now I have not called you-here your wandering must cease.''
I turned to her then and took her hand,
and her touch was not warm, but cold.
and though she was pale of eye
and skin and hair,
still for her my cards would I fold.
That poem and the artwork come from the talented, Wayne Browder
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