Alone It Dreams

Alone it dreams The inner bay where the water is shallow I rolled up my trousers leg and waded out to see the small polished stones With sunlight and the clear sea the stones had the appearance of diamonds to kill for. I took up a few but in my hands, they quickly lost their lustre; threw them back, my feet was cold it was not yet summer when the inner bay would be full of bathers who wished the beach was sandy.