Reflections In A Golden Tide (Poetry)

Dappled thin, our tall reflections
slid down through the golden deeps
of tides unmeasured, speared with sunlight
splintered soft on jagged reefs,
the mirage drifted, slave to currents
dragging shadows in their wake,
darkening the water’s mirror,
swelled to make its surface break...

The sun went down, the image faded,
bled into a purple sea
flecked at random and it’s mirror
saved and stored the memory —
our tall reflections, never tiring,
swim like dolphins in that tide,
free as spirits of the ocean —
ageless, golden, side by side.