Sea Glass & Sandstone

Wading in the sea glass and the sandstone,
look for the place where you used to stand,
thinking back to every time we came here.

An image of you returns.
I cannot remove that image from my mind;
you continue haunting
my life, my mind, and this place of our own.

Wading with only beautiful memories of you,
hearing the bombs fall,
my heart and my mind yearn to see you again.

Ashes and Angst

We were kind, and we were good,
for our lives were not very good when we were younger.

Rumours of wars and postulating,
for we were never calm enough to say there was no fear.

The old stories from long ago,
old tales recent enough now that we are older and wiser.

Buying a colourful apartment,
for we were going to begin our eternity linked in this place.

We loved for a few years here,
the prospect of a miracle on the horizon quite soon, you say.

The morning snow fell heavy,
for we now had the perfect excuse to stay in bed all day.

Entwined in a warm embrace,
for we could feel something terrible would soon arrive.

The ashes and angst to come;
we would not be part of the atrocities our country faced.

We lay together in this place,
for we never felt death touch us in our linked eternity.