From a lounger on the sand.
He muses on hid cousins, the dolphins,
immersed in their passion; possessed
by the sea, in his veiw 
a scattering of diamonds form-
glittering lights for oceanic silence.
So distant the jurrassic cliffs
may be painted on board
but there is some movement here:
should he care to look he would see
his love approaching, ice-creams melting
and feeling deep affinity with close cousins
smooth dolphins, quickly scupper an existential crate,
smile on her and celebrate.