Clouds at Sunset Condensing the Evening Glow

We sometimes walked across
the patterns of the terrace underfoot
to watch the changing light
colour the valley and the distant hills.

Sea, silenced and hidden
by space between us now,
still murmur in the mind your melody.
Cicadas chirrup in abundant leaves.

Take my hand in yours
as we stand
by the lamp
silent at sunset.

They will find
this terrace,
those who follow us,
learning here to think,

and briefly
as they gaze
light and time will pause,
before the glow slow fades.