Fay Slimm.

Treasured

 

 

Treasured.

 

I remember that day,

a grainy twilight draining sky\'s colour,
strange iridescent gleam
on the water and wind lifting my hair.
I remember the burst
of birds from September trees, lustred
limestone luminescence
and the damp of rocks cooling my feet.
I remember the peace
as I waited for you and our rendezvous,
nervous, yet knowing bliss
preserves lovers in delectable memory    

never so treasured as then.