The Deep Blue Shadow of Us
This fabulous shadow only the sea keeps.
Hart Crane from
"At Melville's Tomb"
Her depth of blue steeled to a horizon
the gaze distant as icy silence
she pondered the breadth of sea
a constant dark, divided from sky.
I reached, but fell between the waves
riding each crest, then crashing to foam
emerging cold, wet, tasting bitter salt.
Her vision unclouded, she took my hand
and in twilight's gloaming I knew her calm
as the fading light dispelled the chaos.
Silently we stood at the water's edge
searching the deep blue shadow of us.
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