The shingle path

I trod the path today
along the shingle shore
Fog hung low
over sea and hill

You were there
beside the quiet sea
but your spirit
was not

I know where to find it
and often I do
I remember you
and often I will

The markers stood
still
for eternity
and beyond

You will be with me
for the duration
although
I can't see, hear or touch you

You will be there
a smile by my shoulder
a guiding touch
until the Breaking of the Day
when the Shadows flee away