Rivers of Gold

For S.

Fading embers still remember the fire,
        & I remember
            soft summer air
& the thought of wildflowers,

when your serene,
        iridescent green eyes
            first smiled at me:

when first I found serenity
        in those rivers of gold,
            cascading down your shoulders…

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