To the Sea

I am hoping
to remember the rhythm of your breath
When I am getting too sick to see you
my imagination would fly out as a white seagull
looking over you as I would normally do
I will pace my breath like the waves from your heart
visualize the blue cuddle I am going to get
when I reach you as ashes
with my soul followed in the wind
You are free to take me anywhere you like
because my other half will always be with me
as my moon