After a year

I wonder where your ashes have reached.

 Scattered on the water.

   Current carrying.

Soul has traveled farther.

  Freed to wander.

Reviews

[Photochick]

Made me smile. Sad but beautiful

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is no limit to where the soul can travel...
but if the heart can't go with it...there is death of emotion...and scattered ashes.
i have dreams of Tickle Naked Pond in Vermont...and the wish that my ashes be scattered there.
i felt this poem deeply...Vermont was and is my favorite place.

[Najam Us Saher]

Deep thought. It captures the longing heart feels.