A Passing Wave

I spied her in the wave spray
something feels different
alone, but not lonely
quiet and thoughtful
     like me

something makes her happy
some unfound source
     sustains her strength
I recognize it in her smile
no longer do I know its name
collared I cannot find it

golden curl of the setting sun
crash
the wave is spoiled
     and despite my vision
I may live an entire lifetime
never knowing who she is.

TA