Our lives passed
Ever so briefly,
Two ships
Sailing in the night,
Where the hours
Felt like minutes,
The weeks like days.
Now as the sun wanes
At summer’s end,
Seasons fold
Into each other,
The cycle
Sings anew.
Gather while you can.
What remains
Of this love?
A handful of ashes
A cup of tears
Ready to be sowed,
For hope to rise
Again.