Of a dusky Sunday
Daylight expires
With a vibrant explosion
While I ride the storm
Sleek and smooth
A dulcet caress
Much as I
On challenged path
Lose my balance
Then regained
A beacon there
Should day grow dark
The road
From where I love
To where I love
Passes through
A world I love
The beach
Sunshine and sand
Wind and waves
Blankets and bikinis
Children and sand castles
Umbrellas and Ray Bans
Chesterman
Not quite
Such a beach
Black rock
Ensconced
Wind whistles
White capped crests
Sea slashed shore
Lacerated stone
Red cap warns
Three lives there
Faceless beneath the clouds
Unknown
Unknowable
But for outlines
Against the sky
One drops off the world
Lost forever
To anonymity
But for the unnamed character
Forming in the theatre
Of my mind
An Island without shoreline
Whose only boundary is infinity
The same Island that is every other being
Who has ever existed
Who will ever exist