down to the sea

crumpled in hand the words written cursive
over the bridge peered
gray reflected and the mountain still sleeps
lets hope this day is forgotten
no word from the internal
yet my cheeks welcome the tears flow
distant we've flown in an airplane hands held landing
gold rimmed O for this town
we pass the water each day
the moon is almost full
you on the east, my westward view
the ocean between us