Jan 05

The Boulder

I am going to my boulder by the beach to say hello!
Before the high tide hides him away for it pains me to see it so.
Come with me,
he’ll love to hear from you.

I’ll stop by the workshop to pick up a scrapper and a brush to get rid of
barnacles wrapping around his torso. And I’ll gather some flowers along
the way and lay them upon him so he’ll know, that the tears of sadness
that fell upon him two decades ago was replaced by tears of joy.
Come with me,
he’ll feel your loving touch too.

He’ll no longer hear the rumbling of disturbed pebbles and sands beside
him caused by the troubled young man in sorrow, but rather
the voices of two loving people telling him so.
Come with me,
he’ll be happy to know that it is true.