Turning to glance toward the sun
as she touched on the face of the lake -
All the strawberry hues that she gave
as the waves carried ropes of her face
crest to crest, all the glory of dusk
brought to shore as I traveled abreast.
Couldn't help but to feel that we raced
toward the place where the world goes to set -
She, bursing through 'tween the trees
planting freckled glances on me,
and I, falling fast from her sight,
laughing, tired,
as she left me behind.