....just a poem...
The Perfect Day
A deserted beach, a picture of intrinsic tranquillity
The tide is slowly turning, an indescribable sensation
The breeze caresses my skin, bringing with it; humility
I am floating like the gulls; intoxicated by freedom
A secret cove, a scene of divine beauty
Beside me, sharing thoughts, is an enraptured seraph
Reaching for my hand as I envisage Shelley
I smile at her playful dolphins and we both silently laugh
A deserted beach; a vision of transcendent harmony
Natural perfection, undiluted by man’s distracted hand
The ambience is enlightening, I am struck by perceptibility
My eyes are open and there are no footsteps in the sand.