TO ABSENT FRIENDS
As the distended rollers break
Upon that ocean shore
I think of all the hearts that beat
But now will beat no more.
Friends who were once so close to me
Whose lives with me were one
Who now have lost their lust for life
Lost it, and have gone.
Sadness is no gift to sorrow
But memories linger on
It’s when I watch the ocean’s waves
It’s them I think upon.
Why this should be I do not know
For me there’s no release
It is the breathing of the waves
Confirms our own will cease.
Perhaps it is their constancy,
Their never ending thrust
Confirms our own ephemeral lives
Will end soon, as they must.