Sea, Distanced
Do you not hear The sea that speaks Your name, nor listen and Wonder why each rise And fall of evening tide Waits for your return? A distance, past, Beyond the blur Of that fading horizon. For in that distance, The seas flow as one And we are together. As my waves crash, A solemn sound. But where you lie, Your waves lap In happy memory Soundless, quiet and still _____________________________ The seas connect us. But the sadness of separation, of bereavement, can forever part us. We may stand at the shoreline looking beyond the horizon. And we may never see that we hope for again.
