for Peter and Phyllis

A golden red pale of light has poured
Upon the azure waters
All its pain;
And like a tired wanderer
The priestly sun sits with yellow robes
Upon the mountain:
An old man, content to
Let this last resting-place
Slowly cover up his wounds:
While he sees the goddess moon
Arise to pearl the sky
With silken female beauty,
Water reverently plucks
From our small boat
Some dull response.
We, knowing of this end,
Begin to see the little time
Our lives have left
Before you sink into the
Deep sky and I arise
To pale that quiet expanse
For one short night
As I will mourn your passing
And reflect upon your light.

JJ 6.8.79

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