Henry L. Jones
Waiting By The Shore
I stare at myself in the mirror
Hoping to find the face of a child
Return that feeling of immortality
To ease my sore back and shoulders
Their stiffness tells me that Death’s
Passion will soon fill me with desire
To see another world where I will rest
Along some shore with only the memories
Of the loved ones who I left behind.
Their tears will fill the river which cools me
And become the pool to baptize my past
As a long dunk held by redemption and sorrow
I will rise breaking through the stream’s window
Leaving all twisted reflections ...