Where the air grew wild,
Blew your hair into your eyes,
Lying on sand still hot from
The sun.
So close, each to
The other, that our selves
Did inevitably meld into one.
Oft’ did we chance a
Furtive flash of a glance
At a sky in seeming
Collusion with the heat
Of our hearts.
As if by design of a deity,
Up rose the moon, adding
Its gaiety and its sterling shine
To that of the stars, suspended
Above us, twinkles and blinks,
Affixed so as to ensnare the eye
Of random ramblers, but not the
Gaze of Destiny’s guests such as
You and I, who need not fear the
Heavenly spheres.
O! That night of sacred memory!
When my eyes from you were averted
(Moments rare but needful, so that
From you I could wrest my next eyeful)
Up I’d look at that inverted
Bowl of lights, crystalline.
And amidst all of this beauty,
‘Tween two reed-wrapped dunes,
You rested against me, my arm
Warmly ‘round thee and my
Mind on eternity.…
(I remember it all, the minutest
Detail, with perfect recall!)
On the breeze-kissed beach,
Far from those who parked
In cars, for
Our tremulous embrace
Wouldn’t’ve been fit
For such an artificial space.
It took the rhythmic rhyme
Of the rolling waves
Wetly lapping out the time
For me to hear the silent
Music of your sighs, which
Was wedded to
The light-show glowing
From your eyes.
Yes, on that broad beach, by
A lukewarm lake, nearer dawn
Than the midnight passed, time
Itself held its breath
While I held you.…
I don’t wish for more machines,
Talking boxes made of silicon,
Grander gizmos to sink my
Money in.
I’ve come to see technology
As base and tragic because
What I really want is magic.
A magic lamp, a magic wand,
Some magic to bring back to
Me what has gone.
Every race that humans run
Time has already run and won.
A perfect night, a beach and you:
Everything else can be cast away
If some magic would just
Stray my way, lift me from this
World so grey and return me to
One night, one beach and you.
