Son of Gods, the sun has set me aureate
and I have a laugh like these waves ringing,
mirroring, brown and gold-haired me.

The beach is stretched with women, dipping
around me, lovely fish, mothers
of pearl. I hold them, numinous and willowy.

They wish to sway me forever, the full extent.
They are not content to stir the water,
to drown the image. Dawn leaves them

glinting, gulls to my shell.
Hermes, Aphrodite - what have you left me?

1982 John Goss