with you, i am here. A poem related to loss.

There brings, on wave,

an immortal sound,

to walk on shells,

some coral found.

And in my hand I grasp at form,

and I’m at one with ocean born.

For not a whisper aimed at me,

just sun and sand and silent sea.

This morning in my dreams, as waking,

I heard you in the kitchen making,

cups of tea to share in bed,

A memory smiles within in my head.

Return up on the wave and surf,

your ashes mingle in red earth.

Distanced not, how far we roam,

a whistling kettle brings me home

My home is empty of your sound,

ghosts of you in pictures found

The ocean sings eternity,

and where there’s you, you will find me.