One pretty evening’s
Casts her bronze folded nets of waves
Against the welcoming pebble shelves.
They break into scattering strings
Of brief-life jewels as
Conscious thought is replaced by
Off-land winds racing to
Cloud-scarfed, marquetried ‘rizons.
You wouldn’t have missed this encounter
For twice a myth-queen’s ransom
The glory-flag skies bleed
All the colours you know
Of emotion, romance and loss …
And those you don’t:
Because you’re human and,
Sometimes, that’s not enough.