To love,
and yet to let
go.
Our repeated breath, our life,
as in,
follows
out.
Crashing sea waves plunder our hearts
and take us to task
in this struggle
for drowning and grieving lovers.
To love
and yet,
to let
go.
On
mornings beach,
my deepest loneliness becomes transparent.
I could not sing a hymn,
or whisper a prayer
for a friend that
died,
if I could not burn a little of my soul for them while they were alive.
As
this
tides lost claim
to a billion grains of sand and I,
with just one.
release your hand.
As the
sea knows,
it has always been so.
To love,
and yet to let
go.
Willis Martyn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-love-and-yet-to-let-go/
