You stand near the sand dunes,
a stranger on the shore.
You stand there in black,
colours widows wore,
staring out at the restless sea,
knowing he will come back never more.
Everyday I see you there
as I walk along the shore.
Oh restless spirit, he is at peace now,
in the cradle of the deep.
His soul is in heaven waiting for you,
yet you are still restless,
as your time has passed.
You can go to the light now.
Your weeping should end.
Go find your peace in heaven evermore,
no longer be a stranger on the shore
29 June 2007
To pine away for a lover taken away... Beautiful write david..10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully saddened piece on the lose of a dear one and time for rejoining the two........... If I didn't read on and stopped before the loss.....I could have put myself into your picture...being the one standing there looking out over the sea....only mourning the loss of once was and never will be.....My little retreat from it all is a little beach on lake Erie that I visit.....I've spent many hours just staring out over the water......wondering....?