Neys

their figures finally met at the break of fiery dawn
as hot orange sun slowly poured itself into the lake behind
just as she remembered
such as he saw before
time had converged at last
cast in warmth
his hand passed over hers

from then a child glimpsed
the lady in white
the man in grey
on his beach
he watched from the rocks
as the man's head turned
and their eyes met

for now the man understood what he could not then
the child, eyes now locked onto his
young black hair stirred gently in the wind
and he smiled incredulously
the memory held for so many years
was of her and him