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.