A dying poem - for Calliope

A  dying poem in
 An unforgiving sea 
Bashed in sweeping waves 
Lost and swayed inwardly,  
Drowned yet saved 
Her arms extended, 
Hardly seen 
By a  life of sunsets,  
The visions merely dreams 
And the oceans upon words, 
Bashing and  wet,
A thousand breaths cannot save Her life of words, 
The death bell sounds on the beaches, 
The chimes forevermore 

Every grain of sand vibrating with fear, 
  Her words drowned at sunset,
 near
And awash 
into a sea of tears 

A dying poem
 In every possibility 
For every  grain of sand....

This ode of love 
To Calliope,
 The God of poetry