As the years wash out to sea,
The shores of our lives eroding away,
We witness the mountains of rock,
Like our memories of you,
Remaining steadfast throughout our lives.
The sand of your flesh has left us,
But the granite of your memory
In our hearts.
And when at last even the mountain
Crumbles to an all-devouring ocean,
Still you will fill our thoughts
As the sea fills in the wounds of the soil,
And dispersing your love
To all the corners of the earth.
Copyright © 1995, 2011 John P M Dillon