A lost Soul followed me home,
after my early morning walk,
on winter’s deserted beach.
An older gentleman,
tall, lanky,
a loner,
I sensed.
he had walked these sands for years,
could not let go,
still attached,
note to self.
I steered him toward the light,
assuring him,
it would be his Home now.
Once fully transitioned and welcomed,
he confirmed for me,
what I already know,
it is even more beautiful,
and serene,
than the sands we both loved and wandered,
on this cold winter’s morn’.