Ashes spreading through water
swirls of grey upon grey of different shades
In the cool October morning
the living deck beneath, moving with the swell
like the ashes, moving too,
spreading with current and tide
finding its way
Looking to the shore, I see these hills
Lines across the land,
breaking the horizon
etched across my heart
Known so well,
Like I know my name
I know these hills
Like I know the sound of my father's voice
calling my name
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