Life After Life
By Tatiana Pahlen

I lie next to you on the sand
gazing at the sky.
The roar of waves
The seagull's cry
Light winds sway our tent.
Your arms leisurely reaching mine
Your whisper's soft and faint
I gather words through a woeful smile
Our bodies closely bent.
The smooth sun is barely warm
birds are heading south,
Fast moving spearhead aligned
I sense approaching fall.
Soon the leaves will turn to rust
but memories will last
We said our prayers by the bay —
no one forgets the past.
After all we welcomed life
on this mournful day.

September 11, 2004

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