Daylight

Shade moving freely, as quiet as oil, I thought it was you for one long moment. It held lust and rage just like you did once, Now it holds surrender the way summer Air holds moisture. It seems we would not be Able to save each other like we thought We could. Our new worlds drawn out in crayon, We drew all the fantasies we would need. We made play, like children. Still, as newborns, We sought relief in cool, shifting shadows. Until daylight wore us down with the strength Of Tidal fingers sculpting a beachhead. Until we peered over the water’s edge And recognized who it was that we were, And to whom we ultimately belonged. M C Biegner 6/28/06