I go down to the edge of the sea

I go down to the edge of the sea
Holding ashes of the husband I loved.
Will the sea take it from me?
Or will I have to take it back home?
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I go down to the edge of the sea.
The moon covers the dunes with its love.
The waves nuzzle the sand which is wet
From my tears, from the pain that I left
In my footprints, on trees that I hugged,
In the rain that was washing my face.
Wedding dress soaks water inside
With all power in it or what’s left.
Arms are holding the ashes I loved
Of a man I expected to see
Growing old;
It is night. Fingers clenched. I can’t see
Through the tears, through the sorrow I heal;
Will the sea take away it from me?
Will the edge of the sea set me free?

June 3, 2008