Outstretched I lay on a pier wide, square,
gaze up at the sky which stares down at me.
when the dusk-sun, a different colour wears,
and eve-winds aid a flock of birds to flee.
Deeper, the long white sails lazily sway-
a romance with blue waters as they waltz.
And my mind saunters away from the bay-
if only the sand in the glass would pause.
Far, the sun dips further into the bowl.
Wonder if you too are seeing it from miles.
I look up and watch the dispersing clouds
to find your face flash and sparkle a smile.
Nor distance nor time can untie the lace,
forged by your memories – a boundless trace.