Walk along....

 Walk along the shore with me-
Lets remember to look beyond-
the immediate sand right here we see
and look toward the mountain tops.

I looked up to see his shining eyes
so blue, staring down at me.
He held my hand and began to jog
running through history....

Where the shore line faded into subtle stones,
we settled for walking and collecting shells.
The places he's been are all he knows.
He is the decision wherever he goes.

He was a father, a captain at sea,
guiding a crew on a journey off course..
He left far too soon and we all went free.
Earthly life bid adieu and it all became worse.

I know he had a vision of my future in his mind-
lots of school and discipline
with little time to socialize.
If only I could listen to him tell me one more time,
how much I badly need to learn
to get somewhere in life.

His diary of travels he made on the sea,
written by him in a tattered bound book,
are thoughts and details of things he would dream.
These are his words that I'll always keep.

He says:

Walk along the shore with me-
Don't worry it wont last long.
We're here together , mentally,
together is how we stay strong.