Pixel 2: Morning

What your eyes beheld
You claimed for me:
A rising sun
Warming the air
Caressing the cool ocean
That rises to the touch
To become translucent
And return, creating a secret place
In a small space between sea and earth.

And there is your picture.

I have been thinking all day about this arrested moment.

We know how it ends:
That water will fall,
Bringing treasures with it
And taking some away
As it effaces itself in surrender
To the sun, the moon, the air
And mysteries too numerous to name.

But that moment of rising
That claims everything, keeps nothing,
That is a secret but keeps no secrets--

You brought me there.

It is ours.