In the city,
The sun often wears a veil of grey mourning,
Woven of smog and dust.
In the evening,
The stars retreat from the lights
Of the city far below.
Far from the city,
I walk the beach, sun hot on my skin.
Waves wash cool and white over my feet.
Seagulls dive and snatch,
The remains of the fisherman’ catch
And the kite glides and falls like a stone to earth.
The sea rolls on and in.
An endless murmur,
Through the days and the nights.
My eyes, accustomed to this light
Of sky, of sand, of dry bush land.
Watch the sails of a lone boat.
And I think of many things, as I walk along this beach.
And as always my thoughts return to you.
You with eyes the colour of the sky.
I wonder where you are in the city
So far away from my world, from your world,
Of sea and sand.
I think of you and the distance in between us.
Distance that as time has passed,
Has grown too far to breach.
I know this, but still I think of you,
As I retrace my footprints,
In the dampness of the sand.