I met you on the edge where light begins,
crowning gold op’ning the eyes of my soul.
In me you touched a vast, unfolding plan
to love brightly once, and once be made whole.

Loves long extinguished, ghosts of the jet sky:
waking stars distant embers of last night
will arc toward shadow and what has begun:
our joy the blaze of summer at its height,

I felt it then — the dimming of the flame,
a steel ice wind cutting flesh off the bone
a final green flash, a trick of the light
you dove through the waves and I was alone.

You were my day. In a bright arc we passed:
through hope, through joy, through grief. My first, my last.