Heaven’s
Bay
Heavy is
our sorrow,
For your
ship has left its moors
But as
the waves lap gently
Across
this earthly pier,
Memories
golden reflect,
Your
love,
Unwavering
and pure.
Etched
deeply like a sailor’s tattoo
Forever
you will stay,
Like barnacles
on a ship’s hull,
Until we
meet in
Heaven’s
Bay.
SARGE