As Nature changes her cloak from red & gold to blue & white,
And the sun rests longer, to give way to the night,
Hold me close by the fire and pull me near,
And remind me again that there is nothing to fear.
Kay Lynn Rice
11/02/2020
Stand quietly at the tide's edge, The place where she made her pledge, Feel the sand slip away to the blue, And remember the way she looked at you.
The waves still echo her song, A reminder that she's not really gone, As the faint aroma of jasmine lifts in the air, The foam on the waves reflect like the gold of her hair.
Bring to the place where the tide kisses the land, Place a shell, an old coin & a rose on the sand, Whisper her name without showing your tear, Her reflection in the waves will appear.
Stand quietly here, at the tide's edge, The place by the waves where she made her pledge, A place where here heart was free to roam, Among the waves in a place she will always call home.
By Kay Lynn Rice August 08,2021 Please don't use without permission or credit to the author.
Words from the Ashes 
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