love

In the early morning hours

before the sun's rays wake the waves of the sea from slumber,

i see you there

a ghost in eyes of  blue and golden hair;

a smile weaving the summer reeds into a pattern ;

 rays of colour.

The reeds play with the hem of my dress

as the sun kisses the soles of my feet;

a dance of words that become silent in the morning mist.

Geese fly above my head calling to the wildflowers

that bloom in hidden places above the willows.

The summer sun teases the seashells and the dreams of those far away.

You stand and hold the hem of my heart in a ghostly mist

while

summer clouds gaze at the wildflowers growing amongst the reeds;

patterns of invisible doorways  found between the  waves of the sea and your smile;

a wild flower carressing the morning air;

iceland ;

a thought of your voice in memory's window.

Somehow you still love me ;

words that echo across the waves of the sea into infinity.