There is an island
Forever just beyond horizon’s ledge
Where all that’s violent
Surrenders to the peace at water’s edge,
And when you pass away
You’ll walk the bridge that leads you to its shores
Though no one here can say
What dreams and futures wait within its stores,
But when I listen to the sparkling sea,
Sweet symphonies of you will come to me.
Last week, I shared something on the first section of my new book. The second section is called And Loss. It concentrates on multiple forms of loss, focusing most on transitions from life to death but also considering other types of loss such as environmental destruction and degradation. This poem imagines that transition from life to death as a journey across the sea, to an island where all is peaceful, and where memories drift back to those still living.
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