At this resting place

the wind turbine moves

with the monotony of languid time

the terraced row

witness to the

melancholy of leaving

and of return

walking along the sand

as always

guardians of each other's solitude

embracing the memories for others
the fairylines
dance

The ever returning journey

withstanding 

the flow of time

freed from constraints 

the tide

waits for no-one

Observing grief

we all await

our turn