Let us stand stock still, as we are,
the warp of my arm on the weft of your waist,
watch the sun sing across the garden
to the vale beyond, and face
the estuary on its turning tide.
 
Our shadows merge like a great standing stone.
In their slow drift East to West
they weave in whispers, shade on shade,
the story of our lives, our love.
This moment with you is a little resurrection.
 
I would stand here until the leaves fall,
all these long days on the hill
and in the moonlight as it dresses our shadow again.
Stay with me and hold me still
so that the rest of me unfurls.
 
Inarticulate, I would let the crow call
and blackbird chatter tell you what I am,
your shadow’s shadow.  I would pull your fabric close to mine.
This tapestry would show the night we met,
and, oh that kiss, that kiss we built a life on.