The sunrise glows on your face as you squint and yawn and stretch.
Your sunburn looks bright red against the white T shirt you borrowed.
Such a tired pretty lady starting my day with a smile.
We walk along the beach, you laugh, as the surf tickles your feet.
The breeze lifts some gulls and they glide like children's tethered kites.
It is days like these I will always wish to visit again.
When evening comes and the waves break white in the night,
then, to their melody, I will fall asleep with you in my heart,
dreaming that somehow you will always be there in the morn.
June 5, 2014