I can almost see you,
      twilight-lit, framed by oaks
  tail-end of a wish your halo
             lit like a miracle,
         shining like a shield;

   I can almost see you,
hidden ripples in the ocean
          delving deep for treasure
    there is nothing surface about this –
                      toes dipped, plunged;

              I can almost see you,
       waist-deep, treading
                call of the sea,
             always the call of the mountainous sea

                                       ah, there –
                                    I can see you..