A Ferry Tale

Do you remember standing by the ocean
with me—the ship’s rail, steam and wind above?
The sky around us fading into red?
As if the dying sun bled out and spread
his wings to kiss your hair in deep devotion.
And wind blew upon the embers of my love,
let it grow brighter than the Grecian sun
that shone on us in those halcyon days,
and made cold hearts grow warm with autumn’s heat.
Did you, sun-daughter, see how at your feet
the whole world genuflected? Have you won
dominion over all with your smile’s blaze?