Above the Cove
I am sitting here above the cove
again this evening,
watching in silence
as the gulls return to the rookeries
for the night.
The breath of the ocean is soft
on my face.
The leaves have changed.
I still think of you at times like these.
The grass smells sweetly of evening
and damp and I can hear
the pines whispering down in the glen.
Somewhere out beyond the cove,
a raven calls.
The sun is sinking into the muted clouds
on the horizon and the sky
has become a cozy blend of reds and greys.
I still wear the ring. I always shall.
It feels like rain tonight,
I hope so.
The village below looks picturesque
in this evening's light.
No one is about.
All is white clapboard and billowing
green grass.
You can trace the wind
as it moves through the field.
I miss you. It has been a long, long time
It's so peaceful here.
The kind of peace you always loved.
Stillness and quiet and the sweet smell of life.
The perfect resting place.
Rest well, my love, I am coming.
Posted:Tuesday, September 3, 2002
