Fay Slimm.

Memories

 

 

Memories.

 

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 burst
of birds into flight from silhouette trees,
limestone luminescence
and the damp of rocks cooling my feet.
I remember the peace
as I waited for you and our rendezvous,
nervous, yet love grew
memories never so treasured as then.