Lizzie Walsh

They sink into blue

Sweet remembered hue

Wet salt of our eyes 

Cannot say our goodbyes.

Cascading downwards 

There are stars in the sand, winking 

There are lives in the sand, dazzling 

Watery constellations 

Beloved ones stolen 

Can I say chosen? 

Don’t fight it, accept 

The lost close-kept

My sun in blue stars 

Are not these lives- ours?