Emily Blaze

Crystalline blue eyes cut through the haze

Golden locks cascading, Emily Blaze

From nowhere to here, from darkness to light

There's only the ruffling of hair and the ease of her stride

The glint in her eyes is akin to a benevolent smile

But beyond the lingering looks captured for more than awhile

'They're all looking at you,' words observantly said

...of course they all are, is the response in my head

Mother is there, a wonderful whirlwind of carefree confusion

A spirit esprit, looking at me for an answer, an alluring profusion

It's not about getting there, it's about linear motion

The journey you're on and the company that's chosen

And so it begins, from one port to another, from harbour to quay

From island to island, across the land and the sea

Though from the same place, I'm afar from where they are, to put it quite bluntly

A distance from the bright lights of London and a leafy Heath in the country

'I do many things,' says mother Mary

...as the conversation heads in a different direction

And Emily's there, somewhere, someplace, but so serene in reflection

The ferry's gentle pitch and roll, the aquamarine water

Just casual hours in time, shared with Mary and daughter

Happy smiling faces as tentative questions are asked

As reminiscences are exchanged, anecdotes from the past

'I love the sea and the journey and all I need now is to be in a hammock to write'

Confides Emily Blaze with her playful eyes dreaming, before flashing alight

And she curls up with notebook and pen to scribe a different day's story

With her golden locks cascading in all of their glory

All journeys must end though

...this time upon the sun-kissed sands of an islands shore

A farewell and maybe 'see you later'

...but the time has now passed and there's only the journey before

Back from somewhere to here, from lightness to dark

It's just a moment in time and a tale to impart

It's all about getting there, for being there is lost in a haze

And the journey's always better with Mary and Emily Blaze