The Melancholy Tides
And now to ponder,
of a life, left drifting in the desolate swell.
To dine the final moments with the fishes
and the closing hours, seems
unsettling yet strangely serene.
They often say, don’t they,
that you flash back, back to all the people
and the places and the things that mark you.
Yet for everything that passed, for everything
that seemed important, I only remember one thing.
We were sat on a northern rock, staring at the sea.
I spoke to her once, or twice, that day
in a conversation on the sadness of her eyes,
like melancholy tides being drawn into shore.
And in a few moments, when I finally slide
from this wretched sphere, I’m thinking
it’s those melancholy tides I’ll miss the most.
Location: Dunottar, by Stonehaven, Aberdeenshire, Scotland
© Donald Cameron 2009