Protective father, loving mate,
Ugly ducklings in your wake,
Patiently you stand and wait.
Then with a gentle stretch you break
Bread from a child’s hand.
You see me move a mile away,
Rowing out to anywhere.
You rise, all crashing wings and spray.
Then silent, in the deep blue air,
Hang crucified against the sky.
A loch-side fire’s sharp light is cast,
As lapping waves from stillness leap
To say in darkness you have passed.
And as I lay me down to sleep,
Your parting call will calm my heart.
A lovely piece, many can and will relate to this wonderful heart written poem. Nice job
We keep our memories intact in the landscapes of our minds. And sometimes they give us beautiful poetry. Exceptional, Nomad. Kind regards, Sandra
Excellent... very moving. The images lend themselves to the moment. Thank you for sharing. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this piece. particularly because i just lost a friend. not a physical death but we went separate ways... now all i have is the memories,