Last night I dreamed of you (a poem for Ivy Sullivan)

I bought you a ring
with a green and blue stone
and put it inside your hand.
Your hair,
blown tangled by sea winds,
hung golden beyond your shoulders.
We stood
one
in front of the
other
and waited for the afternoon
to catch up to where we were.
You smiled.
I smiled.
You held the ring tight
between your fingers.
I brushed golden light from your eyes.
With your other hand
you reached for my face
and let my cheek rest in your palm.
It was then
I understood
that we were becoming
something far greater
than just two people
standing
one
in front of the
other
and closed my eyes
for longer than a second.
I knew you had done the same.