The golden tinge of sun pierced the cloud But the mangrove held onto its dark cloak She hid somewhere between the light and shadow When from one irresistible daze I awoke.
Unbeknownst flamed up the rocks salt white Dry since the waves receded beyond the ******* A cold loneliness crept up in the spell broken light As if eons had passed without the sight of her.
Then one seagullβs spriteful fish dream shriek Motioned me up from the vacuous stupor Buzzed each sand grain all yearsβ unborn speak Was to be seized this moment and tell her.
The wind having carried the voice of her name Spread it across the mangrove and far From the receding waves rose a rising flame When in her hug beneath an acacia I found her.