The Waiting Tide
From Three Years, Three Reflections: Letters to the Quiet Shore, vol.1
Notes / The Waiting Tide: I wrote this piece in remembrance of my beloved Jax on the third anniversary of their passage through the veil. It begins in the light before loss — moments of pain and shared love, and the fragile promise of tomorrow; and follows the long descent through silence, memory, and dark seas of a life unwished for.
Yet beneath that sorrow runs a quiet certainty: that love endures beyond every breaking, and that one day, when my own tide turns, I will cross that boundless sea and find my child – my dear friend — waiting in the light.
To my sweet angel, Jax. I will never stop saying your name. I miss you much more than words can even begin to articulate. I can only hope that one day when my tide comes in, I’ll find you there in the light, waiting for me.
The Waiting Tide
Yesterday’s tomorrow
was supposed to be
the doorway through
to turn the page
just hold my hand
this I promised you
a ray of light
of something better, so many plans
a hope that never grew
And then the light collapsed
no peace
no prayer would stay
the air was ash
the world unstitched
the light had lost its way
No promise held
no comfort spoke
only the weight of what was torn
the wind passed through an empty frame
time flowed dark and newly born
Then silence took the shape of sea
and memory became its tide
names dissolved beneath the waves
where sorrow learns to hide
Far beyond the edge of sound
where breath becomes the flame
something drifts between the worlds
unnamed
yet still the same
Seasons turned
and matter dreamed
and colors found their hue again
grief became a field of stars
that never ask us when
And each November gathers close
a shadow at my door
not to haunt
but to remind
of what the dark is for
The veil is thin at winter’s edge
and flutters when I call your name
a shimmer caught between two breaths
no loss
and no one left to blame
One day the skies will open wide
and the veil that separates will fray
light will rise from the waiting tide
to carry the night away
The stars will return what the dark once claimed
as the circle closes
and we are whole again