There’s this picture I have posted in the near reaches of my mind.
It’s a silhouette of your face and body set before a hundred mile view.
The distant mountains and full harvest moon.
It’s so sharp in the low-light, cool, arctic air, and so unmistakably you.
The lasting, personally striking images are captured from beyond your conscience view.
As you studied the warm sky that stretched out so far, across a sea.
Do you remember what you said that night?
That you would finish setting the tent so I could go check out the glorious view.
What I didn’t say, but thought; was it’s far more striking silhouetted by you.