The Beach Hut

The Beach Hut In states of all ends of the spectrum desperation of some time in times of glorious exhilaration fire works elation in times of simply being a being just the same in kitchen bed in thoughts in garden with gloom and darkness on strands of fortunate rainbows and prism-ed moons of reality we kindle light and sound and touch and all I longed for then and there and wish right now is that little shack by the ocean by the roaring soaring sea gulls scent of kelp and driftwood puffins octopussy's ink that crafted shaggy roof abode and beach hut to knit our dreams together furthermore to stars and way beyond in soothing crested echoes of the wild blue waters violet weavers of dreams Sunny skies and summer breezes gently sweeping yellow sand and mud and sea shells talking dolphins soft caresses on my lips my shoulder my mind and soul and whatever else comes becomes and goes to matter most Inside out we know each other left and right and top and bottom and centre focus steam and where misty motion resides with ease stillness esteems thunder comforts from the joy of love compassion's souls kindness our souls are meeting mating fast and slow and faster slower then and when the moon sets settles sings and whistles in darkness and the brightest light All I wish in fiery longing in delight and in despair against my reason’ skill is to be filled and fill you ever more with such true love wild and still in mental passion and the magnum metaphysics' opus rhapsody 'oceani' of reality a beach hut wished for just a simple beach hut and love one thousand kisses deep and more your love in me and I with you