Not Now, As Then Poem by Jacqui Thewless

Not now, in August nights - as when
I walked wide sands alone,
where sea pulls shore,
and wished for him who’d paused with me
to hear this hush below the Perseids -
I’d hide from this common moon

whose light floods sparks that streak black skies again...

Now no sad oceanic trails
remind this empty hand of his-in-mine,
nor leaving or oncoming tides
of turning waves endow what's lost or spent.
I could not wish for more -
not now, as then.