Fond Farewell To A Friend (3)

3) THE FINAL JOURNEY Tide Drawing In, Time Running Out If Re incarnated, Who Would I Be King Canute, Of Course, On His Throne By The Sea! My Final Shoreline Meander Tide comes In, Time Runs Out I Shed A Tear To Be Fossilized With Memories Gone Long Before The Mirrored Rockpools Exposed Nature's Crèche To The Seas Little ones Passing Their Day With Battle Worn Cr.abs Before Returning Home On The Outgoing Tide. Crumbling Sandcastles Forlorn Battlements Long Since Abandoned By Little Soldiers I Will Miss The Roar Of Deafening Silence, Replaced By The Quiet Reality Of Noisey Civilisation Goodbye, Nature's Balancing Act, Yin & Yang I Will Return, But Next Time In The Guise Of Ashes Carefully Sprinkled On The The Outgoing Tide. Home Again, To Swim With Seahorses & Mermaids......