~ He had been loved dearly by them all. Now, all they could do was stare down their feet, sad tears clogging their eyes, their hearts. But as the waves took hold of his body, they felt some of their grief being washed away, - away with him.
As the sea took him to its depths, the tears slowly faded. Bodies held close, they felt the sorrow slowly transform into happiness, of a kind. Would it ever become easier? Never, but he was now part of a being he had always held to his heart.
The man who had loved the sea was home. They gazed at the horizon. With tears fillings their bodies, they became the sea, for him. _____
- To me, it looks like a coffin being washed away by the strenght of the sea, with people standing on the shore of life. ^^
"Maurice Dube you accidentally died in your sixtieth year, While walking a darkened street near your home. In that very special morning light, With a tea-quickened pulse, and a little stiff, You and your students greeted many a low tide, Heralded by the forceful slap of waves. A multitude of seaweed forms lie exposed, Accessible to you and your students. And a glimpse assures the essential presence of your Rich green undulant Monostroma. Maurice, when the pale, cold, waxing moon Draws back the watery curtain of tide, We will join you on those compelling shores, And once again share the marine wonderment.
"Maurice Dube you accidentally died in your sixtieth year,
While walking a darkened street near your home.
In that very special morning light,
With a tea-quickened pulse, and a little stiff,
You and your students greeted many a low tide,
Heralded by the forceful slap of waves.
A multitude of seaweed forms lie exposed,
Accessible to you and your students.
And a glimpse assures the essential presence of your
Rich green undulant Monostroma.
Maurice, when the pale, cold, waxing moon
Draws back the watery curtain of tide,
We will join you on those compelling shores,
And once again share the marine wonderment.
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