They were living the dream-

Their dream:

All candles and sea hair

In Carmel-by-the-Sea,

Where crisp breezes flow

Through wispy ocean trees;

Where they lie in tequila sunrises

Finding each other in daydreams

Of tangled cotton sheets and hair.


In a web of silk and satin sand,

Skin in moonlit waters shone;

He laughed of sailing to the sea,

She talked of driving south when

Summer trees succumbed to fall.

Twilight cooled a burning love to embers,

And as every pipe dream greys,

The tide came up to wash away

Their moonlit reverie,

And ebbed back to the sea;

Summer came to end and

In its wake of silky sand lay bones

Of broken dreams and driftwood.

◄ Lay Still

Before My Eyes ►


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keith jeffries

Wed 22nd Nov 2017 12:44

Tia, I love how the idyll comes to nought which expresses so well the transient nature of life. Thank you for this. Keith

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Wed 22nd Nov 2017 10:18

the town has an interesting history of culture - like Hollywood I wonder how many creative dreams lay broken like driftwood on the sand, like your characters in this poem. Thanks for posting Tia.

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