For no particular reason we'll stop
look over the water hand in hand
we'll be just the age we are now
and all time together springtime

Reliving moments of expansive love
languid sun-dazed children recall our own
smiles like great banners of joy
poetry caught up in the simplest words

Butter-coloured dunes, trailing grass crests,
billowing sky one translucent pashmina,
undulating sea another, and we two
entwined in memory, in a photo

And here in faithful reality I say
it is springtime, it is festival; hear it 
sung by unidentified birds on high
while this lasting sculpture our shadows form
looking out to sea.