on the sixth day

when the word came

we began our journey

we would not break the promise

lonely

hasten to the shoreline

just in time to see them sail away

all the times when

we lay sleepless

and the weather made no sense

challenge your hands

to capture these landscapes,

holy days, landscapes

of dunes and red skies



there is only one horizon

rolling thunder this wilderness

so lonely tangled up forever

hold me for a while

my love, I can hardly hear you

heal me, feel my love



so I find your breast against mine

is this the slow tango

I have no regrets, my love

I let you press

I forget the rest

but I feel it like the rushing dove

that beats against the hands of time

with pounding heart again



is this the slow tango?

I have no regrets, my love