Two Worlds

A poem about the space between generations.

I know the clock is ticking

for you, all too soon.

So I travel to the ocean side

to allow our souls to bond.

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The space between worlds

becomes yours and mine.

As I move closer to yours

and the sea reaches herself up

to meet my toes I know it is your

arms trying desperately to feel your blood.

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When I feel the sea salt

softly graze my fingertips

I close my eyes and

breathe the breaths taken from you.

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The energy of your resting place

swarms around me as I

play in the waves

feeling you splashing,

swirling me around in

your language of embrace.

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I feel the last breath you took with your friends

between the waves you send me

when you all set out one last time

with wives and children

left behind.

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One small child left behind is

57 and still broken. He likes playing in the waves too.

Where you are now.

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But as I feel your heart forever trapped in time

amongst the sea life I

know it wasn’t your fault that she took you away.

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For although I’ve never seen you

when I meet the sea

I’d know your kind eyes anywhere

and understand we would’ve been the best of friends.