Can dreams o'er take the wake of day
Or sands that shift the beach astray
The shells of time stand still to say
The day is here now to play.
I stroll upon the path and say
The sounds of summer at the bay
This is the time of frolic may
A sound of sea and salty spray.
The birds they dance aloft the bay
And wakes while blues crash in dismay
The smell of oceans balm is splayed
Upon my face and skin as I lay.
I dream of this unfettered play
On sand and shell and breezy may
I once again do dream on pillow nay
For I'm not there to love this day.
- Trish 2013
Once again you transport us with you to your dreams and desires Trish, thank you :)
ReplyDeleteI dream of you walking on the beach Trish.
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