Blue Star
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?