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.
Dear Julie,
I love you, I cry for you.
Linda
You’ve done an amazing job at describing such a personnal moment. The magnatude of your love & strength is something most would only hope to have to get through the years. I’m honored to call you my sister for your constantly amazing us with the person you truly are.
I like and it’s a really good poem. It makes me happy and sad at the same time.
No words from me – just feelings and wishes for strength and peace for you. It takes time.
beautiful AND melancholy..