Just at that moment.
I was standing at the window
overlooking a dark sea
and from behind
could here you stirring
as I was trying to remember
the poem I was going to write
that morning in Tintagel.
I remember..and this is it.
How we woke as dawn expanded
and standing on the balcony
looking down on old grey rocks,
boulders and a frothing sea,
behind the cliffs, the village
unrolling through hills and vales.
Both quite speechless and
naked .. as the dawn gave way
to a golden orb, which fluttered.
Both enamoured with our view
and each other .. as if
we had been placed there
just at that moment.
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