I slowly rise to the surface of consciousness.
Where my two worlds meet.
And here I reach
two hands
towards the disappearing beach.
Sand shifts beneath my feet,
the place on which my longing
washes on that shore.
And I feel the heat
of long gone times
of intimacy
and love shared and warmed with suns
of summers passed together.
Swimming side by side.
Sychronised by love.
It was but a dream.
Reflected images of love lost
shatter with the morning light,
rippling on the surface of reality.
Shimmering memories dance and leave
me as I reach again
and try to believe
that then is now
and ending never came.
Shadows of love and loss
merge together,
forsaking blame;
creating pictures fresh and new;
And weave
a tapestry of threads in colours
rich and strong.
An image real and not reflected
from days long gone.
But let me sleep.
And dream again.
And wallow
in those waters clear and warm.
Holding my past and healing today.
And let me see
reflected in the glass
my eyes,
devoid of pain.