The sunlight on the back of your neck,
ear-lobes, hair.
A page-reflected glow onto your chin,
dimming upward towards your eyes,
and all else darkness around you.
If I’d never seen that you are beautiful;
that day, as the light chose to steal up behind you,
to settle on you so
gently, but dazzlingly;
that light would have been light enough
to reflect forever in my mind.