As in the timeless rythm
Of tides
Nothing gentle about these tides.
Northern waters go and come
As winds blow relentlessly
With increasing fury and speed
Shells are being left behind
Along with rigged patterns
On the shore.
Northern, cold wind is
At the same time
Strong and vivifying
And I can almost view
A mane of red hair
There
In the wind
And your smile. Your laughter.
Afraid of nothing, as you were.
It hurts.
I awefully miss you
I'm sometimes angry that you left us
But always with love.
My Sole
(Random thoughts written on May 9th, Ostend Beach, Belgium)
Such lovely and loving words.
ReplyDeleteThe purest of beauty from the heart.
Each of us knew Her in our own way. I wish I could have known Her as you did.
Thank you, Sole's Captain. As usual you express my thoughts better than ever could.
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