To the Sea
Take me, down to the sea
scatter my ashes to the four winds
whisper on sails of ancient shores
where all that's left from before
remains in your memory to store.
Cling to these moments
tears of last goodbyes
and believe I am here and thrive
forever in your heart still alive
and in your thoughts, I survive.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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