Sometimes he waits beside the water’s edge
While thoughts of happier times
Drift on by
And he says goodbye
Tosses them on the pile
Then lights on fire
The last of a past
That is left behind
Before he dies
He hopes to gather
Enough fragments
Of days content
To like this again say
A farewell to them
The hope softens
For nostalgia’s blossom
Instead of more regrets
Of a bandaged broken man
Repaired by the hands
Of those around him
Family and friends
If they would only see
Just how grave is he
Teetering by this edge
Wondering how to be on the ground
Instead of drifting off the ledge
And from the current drown
A liquid state
No solid place
To plant his feet
No maker to meet
Just a manifestation
An incarnation
Stuck in incarceration
Will you bring carnations
To his memorial
Or a lotus that grew from the mud
Like he did among
False accusations slung
These last days will soon be marked
If he cannot rise again from the dark
Sometimes he stands among the trees
And wonders if they really see
Him better than other beings
He watches as leaves
Rustle in the breeze
Hopes of better findings
Bend around horizon
Beneath the belt of Orion
If there will soon be chance
For a wallflower to again dance
He will not just wait
His own meaning he will name
As one half of twin flame
One last thought from him
Before you go
He says that all he knows
Is “I am”
And if you say this too
As highest prayer
He and you
Could make amends
Over the water onto the land
Sometimes he stands beside the water’s edge
Looks down and sees me for all that I am
Røze from the Ashes 