ocean waves moved,
motion with moods of the wind,
exampling emotions beneath the dust of past,
coarse sand evoked poignant presence,
like the babbler among the quiet,
quick to know but fast to forget,
crashes casually calmed,
broken forms fallen into foam,
distilling between a silent, dual partnership,
cascading hues of purple and tangerine,
a canvas painting leading into infinite of today,
blended hints tomorrow should never come,
the parent of such art,
dried streams lain below now closed eyes,
smells of the air tranquilized pain in loss…
as the fold of her memory hugged his mind.
