Things are changing, said I, to the sea
The tide comes in, I whisper my plea
Going here and yon, no answers I see
Things are changing, the sea said to me
Nothing is visible, yet I sit here and wait
A spiritual thing, I anticipate
My eyes are blind to his medical fate
Never to be visible but God has a date
The curtains go up, we must see the show
The stage is being set, of this I know
A manic feeling, back and forth I go
Close the curtain, the show I forego
By the water's edge, I take my place
These thoughts I see, his name and face
Upon the sand my tears will trace
By the water's edge, nothing but space
Inasmuch as it is appointed for men to die once
After this ... comes judgment !!
My thoughts as I sat by the water's edge, regarding my dad at this time.
He is dying as I write this...
Conversations avec le mer
3-7-08
July 14th, 2008- Today, you closed your eyes as the tears
traced my pain from inside out and outside in...I love you
daddy..I love you always
