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Winter branches sway. Glimpses of blue-gold sunkissed sky, gently swept aside.
Evening light recalls a summer night, alone with you on Scarborough Beach. Young, without a care... we decided we'd sleep there, under a blanket of stars and January moon. West Coast Highway a distant hum beyond the dunes.
Somewhere tonight its that night still. We're asleep on the sand and the ocean is still and I still love you... in the fading light and the millions upon millions of tiny spaces between leaves.
This is okay but I am left with the feeling that it is incomplete. I need a reason to care. I need to be introduced to these people. Otherwise I don't care. Give them names and personalities.
Thank you for taking the time to comment, Stephanie.
It feels incomplete to me also. As with a love that could have been everything, but instead is left to blow away like so many grains of sand on a beach, the poem is all it was ever going to be and no more.
Thank you, Kerryn. "...for they startle the incompleteness in us.." Perfectly put.