What is memory to you
When grieving
over loved ones,
Where they have passed on.
Is the shadows of grief
like a distant mountain,
impossible to climb.
Are your eyes wet
and heavy
like the wind that blows
on the trees and flowers,
threatening,
to bruise and break
cultivated life...
sad mind
like a river,
broad and silver,
horizon like a waterfall.
now it dissolves
inside you will Walk
until your time arrive.
©jad
J