Black Oak

we loved to hear the wind whistle
and the leaves sway
on the black oak

that was a long time ago
when the old house along the farms was mine
where the back field was mine to keep

and where the morning glories grew wild
on the hill
next to the sea

and i loved the sea

down by the sea
where everything is perfect
was perfect

one silent look
cascades down silently
and is lost in a sea of thoughts

the last rays of the evening
she was playing by the sea
and suddenly
she was stolen

she was stolen by the sea

a year and a half passed
death folded among the dish towels
it floats itself above the family
hanging around us like an invisible hold
and is lost in family photos
wordlessly we finger her absence

that could happen

the sea
a curse, a grave, a death
thats where life meets death

thats where i'll never go again

i wordlessly finger her absence
staring up at the black oak
wondering where she is

i miss her
i miss the ocean