Roads End, Paths Go On

Roads' End 

Indescribable joy in your being

Saudade - a Portuguese word that does not translate

Skylight in the sand, glimmers bouncing off the waves

Not the Algerian sea sun and sand of Camus

To be sure

A northern equivalent

A bitter cold bite of air and frigid water lapping at the shores

Unstoppable sunset

Reflections in the sand

My orange my blue

So I play the Pogues' “Lorelei”

On auto-repeat in my head

I remember

You more vividly than I do my own face

I have known no other like you and

For the first time know

That love can exist no matter what

Just as

Sky

Sea

Sand

Burning orange fire

Exist

Roads may end

Paths go on

I will see you

Be with you

Love you

As long as there is breath

And beyond

Let's walk.