Dear You- Tenzin Dasel

Your gentle hands stroke my hair;
As I etched our names on the shoreline soil,
Knowing the waves would wash our marks away.

                            The tides recedes silhouette in sand.

                            Cumulus clouds dimming the sun set,

                            Like solitary lanterns drifting away and high.

 

I didn't just carve onto the earth.
Rather declared a time forever ours;
Of times we lived, laughed and loved.


Thousand waves wash past the shoreline soil.
Now as I stand here all alone.
As gentle breeze caress my cheeks.

                                                                   

 I now know, you were never gone.
 The Mountains echo your presence,
 a presence absolute, in time and in space.