Your hands in stride
aligning the light
in the shadows where
these feet fall
are more gentle
more subtle
than a breeze

Your visage
in the water
echoes in a tide
like a moving picture
inside this dream
I cannot read

Your voice in the air
carrying an answer
on the shell
of a tempest
whispers louder
than the whistle
on the sea

These lost eyes
settle deep
to follow you
as they search
within your story
to find you