When we were young,
sunlight flew from our laughter.
We picnicked on dunes
where shoeless wild ponies roamed,
giggled over cheap wine at dolphins
trailing our starboard rail.
I knew no other man after you.
Light seems suddenly dimmer now;
afternoon shadows lengthen.
Death is a man walking backwards,
more rapidly each time I look.
Give me your hand.
Draw me once again to your bed.
Make this evening
our shelter, our stand
against the encroaching night.
(slightly revised 2008)
Art: Ring by Elena
copyrighted and used with permission.
Click on her name to visit her website.
A prize-winning artist, Elena's photography
has appeared on my pages before.
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