Life With Horace

poetry & essays

clear sailing

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there is no more fog
and I am soaring
through these brilliant stars
above a clean swept sea,
memory reclaimed at last.
even as I leave you,
going on alone for now,
winglike glowing tendrils
wrap me in their light and warmth,
strands of our shared time
that can never break.

there will always be
a part of me alive,
held in your hearts
or seen among the trees,
joy fanned by wagging dogs,
an artist’s brush,
the feel of things well built,
soil deep tilled,
good stories told,
the pop of corks,
sure handed trimming
of a wind filled sail,
upright honor, honesty,
deep rooted, long felt love.

even as the world around me
faded for a time,
and I seemed lost,
a quiet spark lived in my soul
fanned by the breath of love,
my anchor in this final storm,
and in its light I knew you all.

___________________________________
for William Eastman Janes, a cherished friend who set sail and left us this morning. crabtown won’t be the same without you Bill. vaya con dios.

Author: Life With Horace

poetry & essays

3 thoughts on “clear sailing

  1. A wonderful send off

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  2. How poignant. Maybe Lonely? Missing a good friend. Like it.Lots.

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