This morning a life is past.
Looking back on joy, on passion,
On loss, on ache,
We see reflections of times
In the ever moving waters.
The ripples changing scenes
Shifting currents of dreams.
Some rocks are polished,
Others ground to sand.
Lapping waves quenching dry land.
Cupped hands reach out,
Grasping a drink for one.
It’s quickly gone
For this life is now done.