Sun Sets
True
that a beach can uplift spirits; we are watching the sun willing to set.
The
beach is a melting gold. The sun had clothed water with a golden fabric.
Underneath
that film, where tension cannot take in the light, water is a dark woody brown
hue.
And
I'm in a natural white beachy dress.
Sitting
up with legs straight out.
Comfortably
supported in that posture; he has me embraced from behind.
The
wave touches our feet; rhymes with a gentle tingle.
"I
love you" he says.
I
smile, enjoying the golden glory dancing in front of us.
My
thoughts spreading and coating the venue. A white cotton breeze, lengthening
and curling at ends, stretching and blending with the dark corners of the
universe.
Calm
and silence fill senses.
"I
love you more than the sea" I respond.
A
gust of wind blows, touches our skin, rustles my hair.
"I
love you more than this wind" I continue.
Wind
pulls some dust and sprays on me. I shield my eyes for a second.
"You
are my horizon" I point out.
"Look,
you are that horizon line. And I'm that sun in the midst, glowing." I say.
He
is quiet.
"...
and the sea, and golden beige sand are mingling, and looking at us, and
hopeful." I say.
Silence
is tangible.
Dreamlike,
I remember to blink.
Puzzled.
No response.
I
turn around.
A
wide bare stretch.
Where
did he go?
I
look everywhere. Then further.
Bewildered.
I
touch the sand where he was settled; cold.
Strange
faces drift away.
The
sun inflames red.
Seagulls
cry above.