Goodbye Without An End
Let me leave where it all begins.
Let me meet you where fires fail.
Let me know you at last as my kin,
where breath is as close as skin,
where we don't know the end of the tale;
where it's better to go than stay
where it's better to dream than wake
tossed on the sparkle and spray
until we dive or break.
My muse seems to be taking a bit of a hiatus, dear readers and friends. As usual, if something comes, I will write it; otherwise I ask you to forgive my absence. Best of summers to you all and as always, thanks for the support over so many years.
Image: Harald Sohlberg, Sea Spray, 1908, pen,ink and watercolor on paper