He came as if by magic,

as I lie in the morning Sun.

We sat for hours by the Ocean,

And soon my heart was won.

The afternoon brought gentle Rain

to cool our beaded skin.

I wondered, as we shared the day,

how deep he saw within.

Could he see behind my thin facade

when the Moon shone on my face?

Did he find the secrets hidden

in that closely guarded place?

He spoke to me of broken hearts

and dreams that often shatter.

Then said "Of all the things we seek,

true Love is all that matters."

And just as he had come to me

that day so long gone by,

he spread his Wings and vanished

into the starlit sky.

(a friend gave me the words 

Sun, Rain, Moon, Love, Wings

to incorporate into a poem.)