Fay Slimm.

Treasured.

 

Treasured.

 

I remember that day,

a grainy twilight draining sky\'s colour,
strange iridescent skin
on the water and wind lifting my hair.


I remember the birds

bursting to flight from silhouette trees,
granite luminescence
on rocks and damp cooling my tension.          


I remember the peace

as I waited for you at our rendezvous,
determined that love leave
memories never so treasured as then.