This sea of impermanence

Let us swim in
this sea of impermanence,
the waves crashing over
our gaping mouths as
we cry out for air.

There is no land
in sight, all doors lead
to empty hands.
The moon flickers on
the face of this sea
as our hair turns white,
as our years flash like hours
in the pull of the tide.

We have time to
give a few things names,
to paint some colors
on this skull as
we tread water.
In a thousand years
some soul may receive
our letter, our words
finding breath in young eyes,
as our silences die with us
in the grave of the sea.