Tapestry

 Now, soon, we shall be

near, very near, my dear

The moon guides us

to the shores, the sand, the rocks

glistening in July's sun rays.

The seagulls come to let us know;

now, soon, we shall be

moving to the sea, you'll see.

The last threads shall be woven,

carefully chosen, love, unbroken,

our tapestry of many colours,

sea breeze, flowers

awaiting, 

the long painful hours

then, unweighting.

Moments away, the time is here,

Just a few more breaths:

Out, in, out, release