That Ghost-Eyed Dog

Do you remember that ghost-eyed dog on the beach who always came so close to hunt us with her love? She became one with the waves now, washing away our hues and shades, blessing the wet sand with her running paws. She is so far away now, her piercing blue eyes seeking for the unknown pursuing the echo of our long-lost love song. I’d like to believe that it is its vibrations that keep her alive. And no one can tell what will happen when all the voices die away. (...will she ever come back to find us?)