Amongst the circuits of light,
Lies a windswept serenity.
The cascade of sky on sea,
The clinging salt-tang air,
Centred, heavy and cut with the starkest blue.
Along the haunted promenades,
And over supple sands,
Your voice trails off and outward,
Like a ship's wake.
Scars the sea.
The secluded bays against the cliff,
Where the muddy chalk bears down,
Are where we laid our hopes and fears
An aching love,
A red sun that drowned.
And when I visit, now and then,
The sea will always be,
The witness, silent, brooding still,
Of what you said to me.
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