Three Words from the Murky Depth

I may not always say the words, but

My friends should know I mean them.

Sentiment may long remain unexpressed

But like bullion on the ocean floor

Value is undiminished by murky depth,

And perhaps appreciated all the more

For the obstacles between us;

Anticipated like a museum opening,

With polished baubles, gold and silver

And great forever stones displayed upon a felt,

Glistening beneath a new morning’s sun.

Brothers and Sisters,

Please know that I think of you often

As the treasure map to my soul,

And spend many a waking moment

Contemplating the prospects for

Our next swashbuckling adventure together.

While the rustling wind whispers

Against the pages of our history,

May the written word echo in your minds eternal.

Relationships are my compass rose,

And friendship is true north.

If you are one to decode this key

Your “X” is etched upon my heart…