thin blue line

between one heartbeat
and the next
so much which hangs together
by the fragilest thread
can suddenly reach its end —
a late afternoon thunderstorm
chasing sunbathers from the beach
or a daisy’s final petal
falling into grass.

what’s done has gone
slowly receding into past,
but each time these feet
find their way
to those distant shores
your soulful eyes
capture me whole refusing
to let go.

a golden disc of sun
steady and pure crests the thin
blue line separating sea
from sky, and a gust
of wind whips your ponytail
like a funeral shroud fluttering free
as the dawn’s first rays
set your hair ablaze
just as i wake.