One Last Time Go I

 One last time Go I

To the edge of ocean and tide.

where memory and foam obscure the past

and the present bears me far from home.

Healing and threatening

the waves of senselessness and purpose

the beating of my heart

sand between my toes, under my feet

the endless wash and wave of time and tide.

 

This is my heart you and I know.

universal beat of blood and salt

so comforting in the days and nights

while your lovers heart merges

and beats as one.

 

Take me back

Return me now whence I came

the villages and islands of my dreams

faces of all whom I have loved and love.

Saltwater fills my nose and eyes and heart

Is it the Pacific or my tears does it matter the fear . . . 

of what was and will be lost yet gained again.

I shall offer my heart, the loving kindness 

of friendship, the common humanity and every day struggle and joy

and . . . and . . . and we could go on could we not?

So fare well it must be and a welcoming

of something we all must have. 

In the end of the beginning these words have all been said.

In the end is the love we have shared,

the things we have done,

the people cared for, 

the laughter, the music, the films, the drinks.

 

We had some times didn't we . . .

See you.  See you. See you.

On the flip side.

 

One last times go we to the Oceans edge and depths

to let us cradle and rock

in light filled sound of hissing and crackling

and crashing and rocking of our lives.

 

    David McCullough

    April 2024