Poems, Personals, and Commentary

I Dream of the Sea

I live
Past the hills
Between the ocean and me

That teasing smell
Of sea-salt air –
Hints of it drift by …

With the memories
Of clean, windswept cliffs,
Of sand and drifts,
Of seagulls’ cries,
Of lullabies

I dream of the times
When I could freely lie
On the sun-warmed sand —
And of clean, pure air,
Refreshed from care

And of children’s days –
Timeless and forever.

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