I love to listen to these waves
how each and every one saves
one moment from the next
for one who lives a life vexed
While I walk along this shore
never really certain of any more
than my very next breath
as a reminder of looming death
How it waits just out of sight
in the fold between day and night
a rendezvous for me to make
with all of these steps I dare take
For the rise and its fall…
is a true foreshadowing for all
an omen with each wave break
a harkening for what is at stake
For a poet who truly lives
within the poetry she gives
these lines that I now pen
trying to stave off that final when
The waves can be mesmerizing like that. Your introspection is always laced with such vulnerability and bravery, S.
Your legacy will outlive all of us.
Holding you in thought, as always.
Brilliantly penned, LDF. Appreciate you.
Damian