Fare thee well:

Sam Cutler

Last night I slept beside the ocean, 

close to the pewter laughter of the waves. I dreamed of friends in distant lands 
and swore my reverential heart to be their refuge. 
Across the beach your footsteps printed to where a rotting tide languished on the sand - the sea-weaved flotsam of your words fingered the shore -  
I bowed beneath the sun and gently lowered my eyes to the obsequious horizon of your smile.
Bathed in morning light I thought of you - here on that final day beside me - praying in sacred silence,
and making coast-lines 
of shallow promises.

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