The Lost Shores
If ever I'm lost on distant shores, this is my message in a bottle to you,
I miss you deeply and though I can't see your face, I hold it deep in my heart,
It was never my intention to leave you behind, please believe that's true,
And it leaves me bereft that the innevitable time and tide forced us apart,
But know that this lost, ragged, beach bound souls bond with you is unbreakable,
That he holds in a place so deep within him that no decay can reach,
That even after years apart our shared blood bonds remain unshakeable,
As he wanders the length of this sun hazed desolate beach,
Deep within, though sandstorms and rough seas have battered his mind,
Lies a route map of memories so burned into his soul, so true,
That in the deepest, darkest hours of the long empty nights, he finds,
A map of priceless treasures, so precious, that they lead him home to you.
Jason Bayliss
Sat 23rd Nov 2019 08:18
Thanks Dorothy, I got to thinking about dementia again.
To lose oneself before the eventual physical death can be like dying twice if we let it.
J. x