That Summer

There is an addicting taste,
She is the masterpiece
of my memory,
a honey combed summer,
under the curled blue,

of waves and an infinite
stretch of sky that reach
beyond my sight
into the universe of who I was,

And the Sun god's grandeur
fell brightly over the silent
witnesses,
that held us together,
Water, sky, and your ivory soft smile,

and this held me eternally,
for a moment, and in my lost being
I knew,
how to finally live,
And if I close my eyes now,
I can make it last, perfect, infinitely.

PS
and I know why it was enough.