wildflowers

laying here beside you in the damp, glowing sand
I think, this is what it must mean to live.
the next great wave will erase all traces of our past being,
but that is fine with me,
because I don’t need to be immortal –
so long as I am here, now, with you.

we walk the paths worn by those before us,
hiking the forests in their great autumn displays.
the days flit through our fingers and the leaves shed like tears –
like a brilliant, loving rain –
and you wrap your hand securely in mine,
both of us knowing that after all,
these are just our times.

it’s nothing to be sad about,
hear us say to you –
watch the wildflowers bloom beneath our feet,
the beauty that reclaims us, and know
that like waves we all come and go –
but the sea is no less beautiful in our wake.

dear child,
we’ve promised as we lived.
listen now to the music of our souls,
an offering of strength when you have none left to give –
close your eyes as the words take root in your heart
and find the peace we spared for you.

dear child,
as you someday gaze up at the stars,
please know it is not over,
that our tongues did not all drip lies.
not every life is made to end in tragedy –
return to the sand, the autumn woods, and there we will still be.

it’s nothing to be sad about,
hear us say to you –
watch the wildflowers bloom beneath our feet,
the beauty that reclaims us, and know
that like waves we all come and go –
but the sea is no less beautiful in our wake.

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