the ocean breeze
caressed my skin
the warmth of sun fell lovingly across my back
the song of sea sounds
pierced with sea birds crying
the gentle swinging creak
of the sign which read
East Bathhouse
the white warmth of the sand
as fine as powder
found beneath bare feet
time stood still
and i sojourned in nowhere land
my love and i in strange new separation
a distance now, an unbridgeable space
our minds in timeless chaos searched
for answers more appealing
Copyright © 2004-2009 by Eryll Oellermann
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