Into the Mystic

We were born before the wind

Also younger than the sun

Ere the bonnie boat was won
as we sailed into the mystic

You and I, we attend yet another one of these weddings. A sunny day, an overjoyed bride, a Groom standing an inch taller than normal with his chest out. You and I were these people not so long ago. Whispering girls, mischievous boys, proud parents and murmuring extended family. Clergy speaks, musicians strum, and all attention focuses on two, becoming one.

Hark, now hear the sailors cry

Smell the sea and feel the sky

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

The ceremony is beautiful. Perfect, just like ours was. At the reception we sit together like visiting royalty, guests in a foreign court. Strangers who share our table quickly become like amnesiatic old friends. As the meals are cleared away the music begins.

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home

And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it

I don't have to fear it

We come together as this song plays. Our bodies fit together perfectly, and we stare unashamed into each other's eyes as we move. There is so much love in your eyes. Do you know how completely you have me? Our unborn child floats inside of you as we sway. The last time we danced to this song was at someone else's reception - That time you were carrying our first. The love was the same. The coupling of our bodies was the same. This dance is a continuation, part of a much larger dance that we started back when we were the bride and groom.

I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

Then magnificently we will float into the mystic

I look deeper into your eyes. Yes, you do know how completely you have me. I see that love returned. Awash in a sea of humanity we cling to each other, knowing that even after the music stops the dance will continue.