I remember the rocks
a hundred feet below
the cliff top path
where we waited
palm to palm
in the salt wind.
I remember the ocean
every swell and blow,
pink within grey,
as sunset created
phantom veins
beneath its shifting skin.
I remember your breath
as the cold encompassing air,
made visible
your silent sighs,
revealed wistfulness
and secret dreaming.
I remember darkness：
the sun no longer there,
taking with its fire
the light from your eyes
and leaving love's
single final gleaming.
