Damp beneath our feet.
Sand like putty forming late night walks.
Washed away for another day.
You're washed away like our prints in the sand.
Another day will never come.
Cremated; I carry your ashes.
The wind is still tonight.
Crickets chatter in tune.
They speak of our lives.
From the first day we came here.
Gently I press my lips to your urn.
'In Ireland' you said.
Dancing, I scatter your ashes at the shore.
The moon reflects your image.
You're smiling just as I remembered.
I told you I'd show you the beach again.
Your last request before we depart.
Now you're one with the water.
A place I will constantly visit.
A place where you will always be.