In The Skies

There I stand
opening the car door,
on holiday.

She leaned forward
slowly,
brought her arm down.
Light filtered through
from the great unknown;
long before there were
buildings and people
in the skies,
centuries beyond.

Look how the sky goes on,
islands and other horizons,
and her on the evening sands.
The wind is more
than it was,

I kissed her soft mouth.
I said something,
her eyes were closed
she said nothing.
Like someone you once passed
but never met
would give you the most unhappiness.