In the space between evening and night
eyes half-shut against the last
copper rays
of a sun we know
is not
really dying
we walk in silence just
beyond
the reach of the sea
something is shining
call it silver
a sliver of bright
shining something
moving so
alive and looking
up the only way
possible with one
dark eye
that should be without
expression so what
should I be feeling why
tears
my heart beating in time
with the ebb and the flow
perhaps a trick of the light
but what possesses me
to pick it up
a chill flick across my fingers
and a brief cradling
before I send it quick
mercurial flash
against the duller sky
falling towards a second chance
received within the deep
covering water
my hand still
outstretched until you
reach out and hold
me safe
and make of it
what you will
© Marion Adams 2016
