Camera Obscura

atop the stony bank
the call of the sea fell
cold about her

there was no horizon

blue swelled around and
above ’til the black
breaks of her eyes
and were lost

If you had memories
Would this be easier

If you had
the burnished vambrance of my smile
the luculent echo of my sigh
the sleepless herald of my voice
calling your name

If you had
replaced me
with shades
with shadows
with ghosts
too fine to be true
too fantastic to be real

Would this be easier

Or is the
all that allows


a gull dipped
dripping silver white
across what might
have been the sky

she pulled the light
tight around her
and was gone

©sdrogers 2 march 2014