Classic Poem

Afternoon sunlight limps tenuously away,
Leaving a snarled retrospect of golden foot-marks.
The sea is pregnant with gracious discords
That falteringly shroud the sleep-rhythmed breasts of winds.
The sky is a genially emptied stare.
Remaining touches of starlight
Tremble the leaves when air is still . . . .
And so my love for you strolls through this day,
Picking up forgotten hints of its heart.