Did you take my hand and lead
us to the edge of water,
where our damp companions leapt
cavorting on the firm and level sand?
Did their sinking feet skid ragged trails
of joy that spoilt the shiny surface
from the tide's slow drift
into the distance, gifting treasures
in the form of shells and gleaming gems?
And were we there - sea breeze in hair,
brief brush of lips -
a salty kiss to curve of neck,
and did I shiver from the chill,
or from the thrill of nearness,
even with such distance of reality
between us, or just for those
were we really there?
Let's not answer now, but savour
dreamt of memories
while they linger sweet deliverance
from multitudes of troubles
in a life of care.