A Poem by A. H. Sorensen

The tidal wave has come once more
Pushing me to the ocean floor

The chances of survival: None
This time the massive wave has won

Gulping, gasping, pleading for air
I turn my head and see you there

Reaching - Sweet Angel - from above
Ready to left me with your love

But I cannot grasp your fingers
The fear and despair still lingers

I doubt myself, faltering faith
Fear and Faith, there cannot be baith

Tears streaming, heart beseeching - Pray
Deeply, calmly, gently you say:

It is time now, to stretch, My Love
It is time now, to move, My Love

The swirling waters disappear
I focus now on me, you, Here

My one last effort drains my soul
But we both see the common goal

Your strength and praise - Lift - pull me through
And now I know what I must do

Have Faith, bolster down, hold on tight
Just keep trying with all my might

And as a token, sweet and true
I once again look up at you

A gentle kiss left on my lips
Brings comfort, peace, and utter bliss

The hard and dreary times will pass
But time with you will always last


I love you, Sweet Angel