Beyond Measure

Upstream the tall ship moves,

sails full with a wind

no one can see.

The river parts gently,

as if it remembers

this passage.

Mountains lean inward,

listening.

No oars strike the water.

No command is given.

The ship knows the way.

Upon its deck,

a loved one rests—

not heavy,

not gone,

only quiet,

as dusk becomes sky.

The current lifts,

the peaks soften into cloud,

and the river forgets its name.

Beyond the mountains,

beyond measure,

the sails dissolve into light.

Nothing is taken.

Nothing is lost.

The journey continues

as it always has—

carried by stillness

into home.