All my half-remembered dreams

are of your cool hands

on my sunburnt shoulders,

your smile as calm as sand.

 

All the boats I trusted without reason

all the creatures of the sea

become our unexpected meetings

a rope bridge between seasons.

 

The taste of salt, the sun’s path through the sky

the parasols and boundless sea

are artist’s impressions

of what love could be

 

and my half-remembered dreams

are a dream of loss disguised –

my fingers on your broad shoulders

my smile in your warm eyes.