On a clear night
the moon shines bright.
It lights the way
to the perfect place.
Wading through loss
to find hope,
as ocean waves,
soak shoes and chill toes.
Dancing with the sand,
the grey ash
catches a wave,
as the final ride begins.
A single rose,
rides along
for as long as it can.
Eventually, even it will be cut loose.
From today on,
all that remains,
are the memories.
