Not for you, those cold clothes <br />woven of worry and made ragged with regret. <br />You lived your final hours fearlessly, as if becalmed, <br />with a whole life yet to fetch that other shore. <br /> <br />You slipped away as gracefully as you lived, <br />with sails full and love bubbling in your wake. <br />We are bereft, and, while you have started a new journey, <br />it is us, not you, who are left all at sea. <br /> <br />The echoes of your life’s voyage, <br />of your singing and your laughter, <br />are fading to shadows. <br />You are missing, and we? <br />- We are lost. <br /> <br />But love's immortal set drifts not. <br />And, as mountains weather to plains, <br />In time, these jagged shards of loss <br />will smooth to memory’s golden jewels <br />and all that you gave us, <br />will become all that we will need.<br /><br />Sailing to windward<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missing-presumed-lost/
