Don't Say Goodbye,

Cobalt tides spiral, a chaotic  
whorl of fractal images on
silica, burn the  windswept
 dunes where ankles sink.
 
Influence flows, over sounds
 that spill, from  yesterday's  
pocket, slicing through time,
like blades of sharp grass.  
The melody of us, defined. 
 
Boughs lean in, under the
weight, of  physical death.  
Sorrow passes, replaced with  
understanding, that our life,  
our love, will never fade