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.
