Now I shall see you with new eyes.
Your beauty shall be – to me – as never before.
A shadow of light cast back – from you – intermingled
with my own curving, shaping – full of grace.
From where we stand – hand in hand
this point in time – shadows combine.
They wax and wane like the gibbous moon.
Our lights are refracting, refracting, refracting colour and shade with equal weight.
And when we part – the shadows remain
sometimes glorious,
sometimes broken,
often invisible,
yet, still golden.
OllieOllieOllie 