Looking Back Long, Hard and Slow

                               Even now, when I think back, long and hard and look close enough
                                                I can still, just make out, each gentle rise and the
                                      subsequent fall of those sun-kissed undulations of hers ..

                               Indeed, as welcome today, as was then, and as seemingly new
                        as seen through a handful of light, casually plucked from an otherwise
                           ploughed desert sky, as surely and true, as the love we once shared ..