Of our common grief,
We spoke.
And when tears had dried - not gone,
I woke.
And you took my hand.
Miles along the sounding sands
We strayed
And then when cliffs above us rose
I gently lay
With you and looked my love.
Under summer's midnight moon
There was truth to be again
I saw you clear
And buried in you, words of hope
I had long forgot.
Then came the sea’s long, withdrawing roar
Its strife
Dissolved where breath and salt and longing poured.
No knife
Of time could part us there:
We made love, raw as prayer.