At 4am the tide in the Bay had reached the end of its outbreath.
It was time to abandon my mother’s ashes to their sea-womb.
Given a name like Miriam, where else would they be at home?
shimmering stardust
arching
over rippling moonpath
frangipanis afloat
like Peking knots on
silken blackwater
my mother’s ashes
scattered
over the tide-turn
of the Coral Sea
this crazy love
– sleeves wringing wet –
clutches
its only firm footfall
on time-sucking sand:
this changeless
inescapable
Awareing
– miriam louisa
this unlit light 
Beautiful! Beautiful!
Namaste… Namaste…
Yes dear Christine, it was so beautiful. Thanks for your comment 🙂
Oh darling, I wish I could be able to use words like you can. So poetic and touching. It brings tears to my eyes. Thank you for shearing from the depth of your heart. It reaches mine so beautifully. Love
Thank you sweet Slavka for being there.
Bright bright Love to you!