Ashes to Wind

I still haven't scattered Rick's ashes in Ogunquit, Maine as he wished. I know he knows I'll get there when I get there. I know he doesn't have a timeline for me. There are days I feel I need the release of sending them out into the wind. There are days I can't imagine making the journey to Maine. I think about it though. A lot. And I imagine what I will do. The specifics.

I'll scatter your ashes at sunset or sunrise,
Looking towards the sea.
And as I say some more good byes,
You'll be there with me.

I'll scatter your ashes in spring or in fall,
Not too hot or cold.
Ashes to wind, your name I'll call,
Your picture I'll hold.

I'll scatter your ashes with no one around,
Looking towards the sea,
Wondering how close we're bound,
If you'll be there with me.

I'll scatter your ashes and cry a cry,
Releasing at last.
Ashes to wind, emotions high,
Scattering slowly, scattering fast.

I'll scatter your ashes at sunset or sunrise,
Looking towards the sea. 
I'll let my heart speak to the skies
Thoughts of you and me.

I'll scatter your ashes in spring or in fall,
A true time of change.
Ashes to wind, your name I'll call -
And it will seem strange.

I'll scatter your ashes with no one around,
Releasing at last.
I'll blow you a kiss and without a sound
Let go of the past.