When You Remind Me

When you remind me of the morning light,

I see a candle-glow of dawn, now pink

Across the rocky shore, with shadows bright,

Now peach, now fading pearl, each hue a wink.

I held your hand and moaned, “Why now? Why me?”

Above us both, an osprey soared; it flew

Across the waves, now lit with foam, to sea,

And you asked me, “But why not me and you?”

The pale moon rests, to our surprise, just where

The sand cuts through the rocks, a moon-path clear,

Inviting us, insisting we should dare

To follow where it leads: to our frontier.

For life is not the source of our dismay,

But look! A gift to open every day.