He is sitting on the deck.
His profile against the sea.
The last sun rays bathe him.
A brisk wind ruffles his grey-gold hair.
There is a sadness and peace in his repose.
His eyes shut.
The jaw blurred and slightly slack.
A deep laugh line etched on the side of his lean cheek continues
Under his chin and up the other side of his face.
His body is hard, showing little wear for its years of service.
Only the soul shining from his still very blue eyes is old and tired,
unsmiling.
Tears well in my eyes.
There sits my dream of love, my hero
The one I was young with....
There he sits in the sunset of our life.