Goodbye and Farewell
How do you do justice
to the moment of good bye?
Cradled in these bosom like hills.
Held and yet free.
Freedom that allowed me.
The beach walks after tough days.
Hard words like grains of sand,
gulped into lungs;
around which pearls grew.
Pearls I now treasure
and give out as wise, love words.
That sea salted air of home
cleansing young and open soul.
The rolling waves of truth washing over me:
me a mortal beheld
and beholden.
In your homes; my friends I knew love.
By candle light the healing balm.
And in your voices true melody:
healing wounds past;
holding wobbling hearts fast.
The warmth of cups of tea,
made with care; a glimpse of eternity
showing a hope,
and lovely humility;
Teaching a young heart;
whispering love into the dark.
Those walks on hill and shore
silenced the voice of "are you sure?"
And the walks to the caverns in me,
knowing that I trod not alone.
Hugs;
suture in the hours of need.
Loving;
cutting between flesh and bone.
When Striding, stumbling and sitting.
When smiling, writhing and weeping.
We were together in love.
When the tears and blood flowed:
We were one.
How do you do justice
to the moment of goodbye?
Copyright © Ross Thompson | Year Posted 2011
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