by corinna
i sat with him who is fading
his fingers reaching into the orange sky
golden dust for fingertips
eyes a reflection of the receding tide
carrying hope on to the horizon
"there,"
he points to the line where sky met ocean
"that is where i'll be,
and so will you one day."
i looked to where the waves glittered
where the water looked to be aflame
the sun was setting, melting into the
embrace
of the deep
that is where those on the shore
can only hope to see, and wonder
but can never reach
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