Emerald Calling

Saints and scholars pilgrimage to her,

Yet she calls out to me.

Even when I’m an ocean away.

How I miss her.

Every day I am away

Her pull amplifies,

Intensifying more than expected,

I felt truly at home.

Only from one visitation,

I was hypnotized by her.

A warm aura that she radiates,

Her creative spirit in uncertainty.

She is a vision, a dream,

Draped in the greenest silk,

Welcomes me with the warmest hello,

Emerald is calling.

Her voice like a siren,

A melodious song heard

In the rustling leaves

And the crashing seas.

She is strong and sweet,

Resilient and adaptable,

Bold and brazen.

She is a rare gem.

She is Emerald,

A beautiful isle of culture,

Of a full history.

A place shaped by her tempest.

How I long to see her again.

To be wrapped in silk and wool,

A feeling of safety and belonging.

Oh, how I miss her.

A quick gossip

Over a pint or a shot,

A friendly conversation

Between lifelong friends.

From seeing her from afar,

I never imagined

That she would exceed

My expectations.

She is Emerald,

She welcomes all

To her pilgrims

But yet she calls to me.