Love And Destiny Poem by Mark Heathcote

Are there waves on reaching the shore?
Never to return, destiny reached.
All that's gone before means nothing,
all-that-really-matter is lost.
The waves crest, reaching home rests
with our final lingering impressions.

When the night-is-lit-with-stars
only one in the solar system
binds my heart-and-soul
acts as a compass for navigating
a path on a comet's decent
in this direct line of fire and impact.

She alone waits for my arrival;
she alone resides in my ashes
those last few cindering kisses.
Mingling in the debris that separated us,
the vestiges of my life,
which never was without her?