We are pale shadows;
remembered only
in the mirrors of our dreams
and the faces of our grandchildren.
A futile embrace,
laced with fragile fierceness,
voiced farewell in ragged tones;
as distant mountain valleys
beneath a gray white crest,
filled with compassion.
Yet, in dreams,
that sweet salty moment,
embroiders my pillow
with nostalgia
of love, gratitude and sorrow
that shades death
even as it shadows us.
We are pale shadows;
remembered only
in the mirrors of our dreams
and the faces of our grandchildren.
A futile embrace,
laced with fragile fierceness,
voiced farewell in ragged tones;
as distant mountain valleys
beneath a gray white crest,
filled with compassion.
Yet, in dreams,
that sweet salty moment,
embroiders my pillow
with nostalgia
of love, gratitude and sorrow
that shades death
even as it shadows us.