Walking in a waking dream
Our footprints led all the way down
From the edge of the caravan
Onto the pier about half a mile away
Like a long lease
In a symmetry of shadows
Just past sunset
Watching the waves
Trimming their flow in the air
Over the tip of the moon
Before holding their breath
Half stroke before poking through
A imaginary broken window
And crashing back to the ground
Laced in broken crystals
Hinged wide open
Smeared in a lace of slight mist
Shifting away from the past
And in a chattering future
Underneath clocks of stone
And memories of first love
Met on a sullen beach in Wales
In kiss that seemed that lasted
Over a decade
Floating in imaginary theatres
In a flotilla of paper boats
Dim in a reflective gaze
Leaving us both breath-taken
Becoming the other in translation.
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