Mystified

I knew, 

that jet-black hair

with eyes that reminded me

of the sea,

a swirling and sailing blue

that I could learn to call

my home,

and those stilts of freedom

attached and constant--

allowing him to 

dance, to escape the 

bounds of family

I am all too familiar with.

I knew,

that she would love him,

his smile and hers aligned

as perfectly as Orion's Belt,

and his laugh so much like

hers--

oh, how I missed that

harmonious laugh,

now replaced with

the sternness of my father's 

commands,

barking and willing me

to stay hidden because 

land isn't safe--

humans are dangerous.

But, I knew.

He would love me

like she did, 

like Daddy loved her,

and that love would flow

as endlessly as Neptune's 

home did--

reaching to places even I 

knew nothing of.

When will he know?

As much as I long

to stay cradled against

the strength of a million

tidal waves,

as much sunny warmth

comes from a father's 

love,

so does the crushing and

crashing of those waves 

which have the capability

of natural disasters,

and I can no longer live

in the same paranoia he 

mistakes as protection.

Momma would know,

and she would see those

sea-stricken eyes of the man

who has captivated my own

emerald-embedded eyes

which resemble his home,

and see that even moon and sun

share the same sky.

Part of his world--

it was all just in reach,

only the distance between 

star-crossed dreamers,

land and sea,

in the middle of

a moonlit waltz.