Dissolution

The heart is still, there is no pounding at this beach,

The river runs its course toward the coast,

And life, once lived by two, is wrecked upon the breach

Where one may pass, but two are torn and lost.

 

Alone we came to this, and so, alone must leave,

Our slight conjunctions mark our passing days,

But there is more to partings than our hearts can grieve

And judgement dogs our steps, our wayward ways.

 

For as the river’s lost within the pounding surf

So each of us are rolled into the sea,

Where less is more, and each is part of everything,

Alone again, but finally - and free!

 

David Lewis Paget