another afterglow of a dying day
                  paints your reflection on an ocean's soft caress --
                        on fire for you -- mutely teasing a burgundy smile . . .
              shifting grains of bleached-red sand
                  give way to tentative steps, at the edge of imagination --
                       an urge to a new walk . . .
               purging girlhood memories of armoured warriors --
                  an unhorsed knight so undeserving
                     of a maiden's tender thoughts . . .
               a repose finally broken,
                  as new lips whisper softly, "I am here"