I'll never tire
of exploring
ridges,
or sand dunes.
It will never
cease to
cause me
childlike wonder.
The beauty
of a landscape.

If only to
capture
the mystery
of it all.
To relish in
something that
won't fade.

But it fades -
you fade.
Against early
morning sun.

And I am left
with only a
memory,
a sharp picture
encoded
against
my mind.

Your
scent
drifting
through the
breeze.