The Far Side

Looking through photos

Surfing emotions...

Where were we? When?

Beach camping again?

Wave after wave of delight and elation

Broadsided by grief - I hate that you’re gone

Wait! there’s more I wanted to know

Come back and tell me... then you can go.

You cannot return? You’re a free-floating spirit?

(Nor would you want to  - to a shell so decrepit).

Come to my dreams, dear and whisper your own.

Where can I find you when my spirit is blown 

By the winds of creation from this innocent flesh?

Who will be there for me when I take my last breath?

Will you be there for me when I take my last breath?

For the briefest of moments you straddled both worlds...

Your spirit went free; your body furled.

Into infinite space your essence was hurled

While tendrils of incense wafted and curled.

From our view-point here in the front living room

You were the bride and Death was the groom.

A spark so familiar in the dark of my chest

Caught wind and burned warmly so I could attest 

To the fact that your parting was sweet

Your journey in this plane now is complete.

The high that I feel when a birth has gone right

Is the high that I feel when I think of that night

That you left us all gob-smacked and awed by the glory

Of the timely yet dreaded end of your story.

On the farthest shore I’m sure you were swept-up

In loving embraces and faces that leapt up

To kiss you in welcome to the vastness of All

Who will welcome me home when I hear the call?

Will you welcome me home when I hear the call?