remembering...

Sunday On La Vista Beach
by d. steine


I went back to where your eyes
Once joined with mine
While the sun gave us
Her final bursts before
Falling to the sea.

Here, were we consoled ourselves
That unlike the shoreline and sea,
We could hold each other longer,
Where our souls, through our fingers and lips,
Could clamp tighter and drink deeper.

I sat and let the wind,
Laden with salt from the waters caress me
While I let the voices of the waves
Coo to me a lullaby as ancient
As the first ears that ever listened

There were dark clouds
Being born at the horizon,
And behind them I did not see
The sun plunging to its absence
Until I saw the first smiles of the stars,
Distant and silent
As we are now.

And so I left,
And the chair were we once
Kept each other was laced
With the dust of yesterday.