The good grief of being

Beneath the kind layers of sadness and despair 

Are the stories told of love, loss and spare  

Where two souls meet, singing in rapture  

Rising together beautifully as ocean’s capture  

They wrote a love story looking at each other 

In the eyes of love laying on sand’s smother 

They grieve for those who are not grieved 

For love and madness, freedom and peace 

Holding on together the lightness of moments 

Breathing into what was once a soft proponent   

When healing is the only antidote to grieving 

They intermingle and release the pain heaving 

They drink from the cups of love and laughter 

The fluid of life which still thrives and drafter