undercurrents

I only glimpse it now, so far away, but bright and clear.

The rapture of  a fading world - another place, some other year.

Those nights of shattered moonlight strewn on marbled seas,

where frangipani whispers were caresses on the breeze.

From the shadow of the palms I watched you dance

the tideline, shed your silks, and with one glance

you robbed my soul and beckoned with a siren call;

on the crests of glittering waves we traded lives; we gave each other all.

Those times and tides have long since flowed to other shores.

Do you wonder of my island now, as I imagine yours?

Life’s restless waves, where we once played have tossed us far apart,

they wash our footprints from the sand,

but never from the heart.