Thoughts, Memories and Dreams From Long Ago - A Poem Collection.

Death on the beach

I'd like to die on a lonely beach

watching the sunset, breathing in the breeze,

letting my eyes water, and my soul cry

thankful for the time that I got be alive, 

and I could love her,

and I could hold her,

and pretend that she was mine.

Well, that is a lie.

I'd like to die with her by my side.

But she left long before 

we could even say goodbye.

In my mind I stil see her, 

even though she's gone,

and my shaking hands still write to her

far too many songs.

When I do it, it's easy to forget

she isn't here,

and to pretend she never left.

So yes,  I'll die on a lonely beach.

I'll be the only one there.

Sitting on a towel,

with sand stuck in my hair.

I'll watch the waves move around,

pushed and pulled by the wind,

and I'll watch the seaguls fly above,

As the  breeze I slowly breathe in.

I'll be the wrinkly old fuck that refuses to leave

when the clouds get dark, and the nice weather shifts.

I'll be patiently waiting, for Death to find me, 

and when it does, I'll be happy,

happy to meet the end of my days,

the end of my life.

And as my soul flies away,

my body on the shore, 

will stay still forevemore.