A Thousand Days

There will be a thousand days like this, she said
her face to the sunlight
We will walk along shores, uncharted conversations
rolling over sand, hearts swelling, love in hand
We will revisit, commemorate, practice
this abundance of empty blissful hours,
collect them like shells on an endless
string of days
There will be countless days like this, fathomless
as stars under her eyelids, the sun's
magnetic sway of skirts around the years
her suspended reality held in another loop
beyond the horizon, another string of walks
circling back on unseen shores
that look just as real as this one