Perfect Golden Light
In this perfect golden light
I search for what I think
Is you
In the quickening dusk
The crispness of the air
I breathe
Where I think you might
Walk in invisible grace amidst
The trees
Where perhaps you run
Warily in the mown hay
Or soar
High against a blue backdrop
Scanning with keen eyes
For you
As I pursue you on clumsy feet
And wonder, is it truly you I seek
Or me?