Solitude here where sea
Slowly steals toward waiting shore.
Gulls, distant as needed answers
Nobody’s here, not any more.

Nobody here yet, what is real?
There is life, there is no death
And friend I was with a while ago
Is here, closer than breath.

You heard my first cry now you dwell
Beyond all pain in endless light.
Once we were here, still we are
I see you, with a different sight.

“Joy will come in the morning”
Now, my special friend is free,
Quiet and content with me here
By the lone slow flowing sea.

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