And you were walking soundlessly
Leaving sunken prints behind you
On a wet, tawny beach, moving in
No real hurry towards some distant
Beach home which you no doubt
Owned. Sea shells clamped in your
Hair and lips prim with pink, the sky
Bluer than any eyes I have looked into
Or waters I have swam in. In fact it all
Seemed so untrue that life for a moment
Fell out from under me, and nothing was
To catch me except you, which you did
The moment I woke up, but then I lost
Your face among volumes of faces,
And now I could swear I've found you.
Leaving sunken prints behind you
On a wet, tawny beach, moving in
No real hurry towards some distant
Beach home which you no doubt
Owned. Sea shells clamped in your
Hair and lips prim with pink, the sky
Bluer than any eyes I have looked into
Or waters I have swam in. In fact it all
Seemed so untrue that life for a moment
Fell out from under me, and nothing was
To catch me except you, which you did
The moment I woke up, but then I lost
Your face among volumes of faces,
And now I could swear I've found you.
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