In Orange

The waves rose in orange

Like an infant forest fire,

Like the sun that was going down

But with the promise of tomorrow 

Hanging loosely in the air;

Then there was him, her 

And infinity spread like an ocean.

The waves pushed forward;

One square foot at a time,

The wind at their back

And the moonlight

At the beck and call of their footsteps;

Then there was him, her

And the hope that flickered but 

Refused to go out.

The waves neared the sand

And the sand braced itself in defense;

The waves fell with a crack

But the shoreline was an agent 

Not of fiction but reality,

So the waves retraced their path;

Then there was him, her

And Death carrying their souls afar.