An olive branch covered with dew

and streams of summer light

floats on the wave you sent to me

across the sea tonight…

ripples of time, your memory

of life spent on the shore.

We built a city in the sand,

we filled our boats with dreams

and all was real you said through tears

because tomorrow seemed

so far away! Uncrossed by all

that had not come before

and not yet blemished by today -

we would not ask for more.