Today Paul and I scattered some of your ashes off the back of "Lottie" at Isla Grossa. The winds were strong and true and the rain that was forecast did not! It was an emotional time for us both. It is a year beloved since you died. You left the stiffening inert lump of clay that was no longer you, and cried aloud in ecstasy And suddenly I knew That all that we believed in, lived for, told the world had at its smallest count some measure that was true. It is a year beloved since you died and out of my loneliness I have woven strength to build anew For all there was of truth in our relationship had eddied, grown, intensified, till with a clarion call it sounds at the far reaches of the world. There is no death, no separation of the ways if man to love prove true. It is a year beloved since you died and for eternity a part of you is in essence me. I know you are and in that certainty is woven all the fabric of my life. Gone is all sense of urgency and haste for all time now our spirits meet in time, Loving we are no longer bound by love Heart of my heart we've set each other free.