To love,
and yet to let
go.
Our repeated breath, our life,
as in,
follows
out.
Crashing sea waves plunder our hearts
and take us to task
in this struggle
for drowning and grieving lovers.
To love
and yet,
to let
go.
On
mornings beach,
my deepest loneliness becomes transparent.
I could not sing a hymn,
or whisper a prayer
for a friend that
died,
if I could not burn a little of my soul for them while they were alive.
As
this
tides lost claim
to a billion grains of sand and I,
with just one.
release your hand.
As the
sea knows,
it has always been so.
To love,
and yet to let
go.
i feel like there is some other meaning to this poem other than the obvious... i like the images and structure keep up the good work Jenn
Thank you for this thought provoking piece... The ability to hold someone in our hearts but still let them be free is difficult to do... Like the tides we must let things flow in and out... no matter how much our will would like to stop the inevitable... we must trust that the tide will flow out and will return again... Alison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To love, and yet to let go could be a sensible decision if one feels distress in bliss of love. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.