Small Measure of Freedom

The image of my late grandfather floating on top of the ocean for what seemed like an hour

I look off into the distance 

and see you

Surrounded by an ocean of blue

Where I stand there is gushing wind

But where you lay in no dismay 

do I hear a slight whimper

You are all alone, 

floating in what seems like a pool of greatness

One against a group of many

But there is an unforgettable comfort to what I see 

that tells me you are temporarily free

And if no one bothered, 

you'd might just float there in eternity.

Author's Note

ignore grammer and spacing