The quilt and the basket lie under the tree,

The blue skies and sunrise are caressing me,

The cyclonic whispers of sand on the beach,

The tide with his fingers is just out of reach,

The salt air and her hair are whirling around,

And she tells the sea shells to not make a sound.

–

As we lie, the sea side,

Kisses the continent so tenderly,

And I spy a gull fly,

A silhouette sailing so far above me.

So I think, as I drink,

The images beautiful into my eyes,

That my life is too bright,

So I’ll breath out slowly in relaxing sighs.

–

There’s nothing so charming as sculpting the sand,

We’ll both dig the mote to our castle so grand,

And watch as the white foam will wash it away,

We’ll build it again, we could do this all day,

And you’ll rub the lotion, before my skin’s burned

‘Cause I recall last time, that lesson’s been learned.

–

As we play, the warm day,

Smiles in his brightness at us in the sun,

And I say, as palms sway,

Our pirate adventures have only begun,

We’ll pretend, there’s no end,

And search for the treasure once stolen from kings,

The rules bend, we’ll extend,

The number of hours that light touches things.

–

The sunset sinks slowly and seduces night,

To come from her bedroom in amber moonlight,

The ocean is yawning from surfing all day,

The tide slowly slipping, and falling away,

The shadows like heralds proclaim it’s the end,

But then, after all, it was only pretend.

–

As we lie, the sea side,

Kisses the continent so tenderly,

And I spy a gull fly,

A silhouette sailing so far above me.

So I think, as I drink,

The images beautiful into my eyes,

That my life is too bright,

So I’ll breath out slowly in relaxing sighs.

–

The shadows like heralds proclaim it’s the end,

But then, after all, it was only pretend.

~Johnathan Schofield~