Raven hair

If you are lost
you can look
and you will find me
time after time
               ------   "time after time" by Cindy Lauper

In many different worlds, many different suns set across the water from our house on the beach. As I sit in my favourite rocking chair on our back porch with a glass of whiskey in my hand, I cannot recall whether I have lost you yet in this world or not. It is a subdued kind of evening, with the gentle repetitive sound of the waves broken only by the occasional cry of the hawk that nests at the far corner of our land. The blood red of the setting sun has suffused the waves with an amber that matches the color of the fire in my glass. I drain the remaining whiskey down in one gulp and reach for the bottle of Talisker on the rickety three legged stool on my left that you have long tried to get rid off in all these worlds. Smiling at the memory, I pour myself another shot and settle back to enjoy the rest of the sunset.

I awaken to find you sitting in my lap caressing my face. It is barely dawn, but I can see the light from the smile in your eyes. Your raven hair loose on my chest, I reach to embrace you into me.

"Are you lost, my love?", you ask.