The Dunes

I found you on the coloured hills,
Resting your loose limbs within the spectrum
of the rocks, dust, deeper dirt,
trees and grasses alive and dead,
your contemplative silhouette, dark
atop the red dust,
both contrasting and combining
with the bold, free, electric sky.
You were adjourning your life til a later hour.
The coloured hills being aside,
from time in our world.

I climbed the red dune, still warm,
perched next to you, hugging my dusty denim knees
and watching with you, the still-bright
rich blue sky,
the sunset’s gold behind us.
And below, the sea churned cold.

We silently killed our minds,
reviving our souls.

August ’05


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