“Here be dragons.”
Ancient maps lack these words.
One globe contains the words
In Latin form.
From the sixteenth century
Of the Common Era.
But what a great descriptor
Of the unknown
And the mysterious.
Of the dangerous
And the treacherous.
These words came to mind
When I thought of you.
And I did think of you.
And then rejected the words,
And remembered the beauty.
The beauty of the sharing
And the swearing
Of fidelity.
And the love that did exist.
And glowed from your eyes.
And from mine.
Into the very depths
Of our hearts and souls.
So there was never
Any fear of danger.
And no fear of treachery.
And I would really like to remember
Only that.
So I shall.
“Here be no dragons.”
