The ocean's song

The ocean plays its ancient song
there where they were first parted
he waits.


Memories come crushing down
one by one, as he breathes in
the wind that carried her soul away
the same wind that still carries her scent.


The waves lull; time — it stops
silence reigns as she rises from the depths


She is close.
Fingers entwine
of perished hands and ones that are aflame.
Eyes engage
when words are disarmed in the first wave.
Hearts revived 
and the worlds of dead and living re-collide.
Lips re-unite
they reminisce.
He is home.


The night retreats to its den
bit by bit, taking her within;
it wanes and, slowly, fades into shadows
rendering it all a dream.


Around him are the runes of a vision
and a whisper, buried deep inside.
She is gone but her words linger
as long as the ocean's song survives.