Beyond
this grief’s torrent,
beyond this pall of clouds
that conceals everlasting light,
soar gull.
Carry
my loving touch
upon your tattered wings
through this deluge, this steely sky
to him.
Through hail,
through wind-swept sleet,
over these clashing waves
flecked by a sun far past this sun,
fly on.
Defy
holey borders
barring living from dead.
Soften your wails for the bereft.
Rejoice.
Ashes
spread in the sea,
while in eternal gleams
once more a husband and a wife
embrace.
Gregory E. Lucas lives on Hilton Head Island, South Carolina. He swims in the ocean every day about seven months out of the year. He is 63 years old and he has been playing classical guitar for decades. He worked as a tutor in Delaware for 32 years and he is currently a caregiver to his old-aged mother.