"How much time do we have left?" 
The young boy asks, his parents shrug -- 
"Just enjoy the time while you can," 
His mom says, 
While his dad looks on with a camera. 

Sea touches sand like breath in lungs, 
Clouds form their shapes, these whales, these ships -- 
Time flows and washes all away, 
The mind will lurch and reach and slip. 

We've traveled here, my love and I, 
For she's now sick, and we don't know 
How bad is it is, or how it ends: 
The waters crash and ebb and flow 

And I still don't know how much time 
There is or can be, nor will I; 
Awake I am, out on this shore, 
While she is sleeping in, nearby, 

Only so many days like this -- 
Only so many hours, smiles -- 
As I, like my father's camera try 
To capture wind, and love, 

And miles