Here I am again

Standing at the edge 

of the void

Looking out at vast 

and still waters 

.

I wave at a distant spec 

As it trails off into the mist 

You can’t see me anymore

But I know it’s you

I know the shape of you 

Even from a mile out

You sit on smooth wooden slats 

Inside a gondola helmed by Death

A comforting friend 

.

In your final dreams 

He invites you on a journey 

Across a lake made of memories

Death gently rows in rhythmic arcs 

Like rocking a babe to sleep

Your gaze fixed 

On the dark waters

Your meaningful moments 

Rising to the surface

.

I watch 

Barely visible now 

I keep waving

Maybe you’ll turn around

And wave back