memories cascade
in the light rain
an emotional facial
my skin moist
ocean waves crash
in the distance
mist sprays
a peaceful grieving remembrance
his spirit walks beside me
he steps ever so gingerly
i welcome his visit in my dreams
with his fatherly advice
in traditional metaphorical riddle
no footprints in the sand
no voice
but only
as i walk nostalgic, alone
in this sacred pause
and shadowy air
his silhouette unseen --
and he is there
