Diamond points of sun on sea,
glittering freely, seize the gaze
of a heart that plays its air
melancholic, burdened with cares,
until the heart to lightness is given
and every trespass against it forgiven.
So lightly that you seemed to hover
in my arms I held you
as the sun's light lightly touched
upon the water's surface, rough
with the choppy wavelets of the bay
that kept the swell away.
Though memories are faint and webs
are toyed with by the slightest breeze,
the absence of warmth makes the water cold
(the sunlight's ice, not gold),
no longer have I you to hold.