I watched you on the near shore
The geese paid you no mind
You were so quiet, watching
They were so loud, living
It gave you peace, longing
Longing for more, which it will
Longing for more, which you will
Because you will take it home
I’m supposed to be too old to cry
My children do and they ask why
Nothing’s ever perfect anyway
Except the heart inside of you
I’m not trying to go anywhere
Thinking about the emptiness
The lonely breezes by my side
I’m so glad we spoke that day
The instant between life and death
In space, without a thought except,
the revolution inside, peace at last
You found it; you shared it with me
It’s time to go, so until next time
Burn the next fire in my memory
Valleys always turn green again
Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on April 28, 2018:
Hi Peggy. Please accept my condolences for the loss of your friend. My mother just lost one of her life-time friends. She was our neighbor back when I was a child in the 60's. It's a very sad and strange feeling to see so much of your life just vanish without a dignified end. Yes, it can be an instant just as 80 years can seem like an instant to someone at deaths door. It's very shocking. Thank you for reading my poem.
Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on April 27, 2018:
This really resonated today with me because we lost a good friend. She is now at peace. Her dear husband and friends will know that empty feeling in the days ahead. It does indeed seem to be an "instant between life and death."
Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on February 05, 2018:
Thank you Kulsum :)
And sometimes greener than ever. A new life. And yes it is an apt metaphor for not only hope but true belief.
Dr Kulsum Mehmood from Nagpur, India on February 05, 2018:
Yes Mark, valleys always turn green again. There is hope. Your poems have a deep meaning. Its a pleasure trying to find it.