Cast In Marble

A new spring’s about to start 

Ten lost winters have weathered my heart 

And mud-larks still sing until dark 

Bridges of dreams were crossed 

The ocean and river spanned 

Waters of love found 

  

Our true love ran deep 

Cascading over hidden rocks 

And sharp stones were softened by sand 

The winds of time shredded

Our threadbare sails
And replaced the canvas sheets

With a bed of coffin nails

Her destiny is cast in marble 

Where I witness her natural sparkle

And recall a gracious everlasting smile 

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Thank you so much to Ivor for this beautiful poem that expresses loss so eloquently. You can read more from Ivor by visiting his page, here.