The Last Time

I recall the last time I saw you like a glow
scattering in a sky, cloud-less and full of wings,
as if to bring the light closer over waters,
rippling like recollections, glistening like my eyes.

On the sand, I used to feel their grain on my feet,
sinking into them as if falling to your embrace.
The light's warmth dispersed the breeze disheveling
my hair. Your glances, then, so generous with smiles.

You swirl in my memories like wind-tossed grains
of sand, crimson in the light.