Do Them Part

Someone wake him before he dreams of her again.
On the shore, two with pants legs, their cuffs rolled up
to save them from the lapping waves of their border walk
in the half wet sand that leaves no footprints of any man.
He hears that moaning sound, jest the wind and the water
in perfect harmony, they singing in the gray day coming.
Such a pretty melody, he thinks, so mournful in its premonition,
it’s the music of that solemn hope for safe passage
no lyric can express how is the weary burden to be borne.
The bright flowers she laid against the black, brushed frame,
a picture of him still, a captured moment of his always smiling
life, a millisecond lived, and each stopped time, he thought,
so the end of them would never come, and then she’s gone.
Someone wake him before he dreams of her again.