this place, paul b

Once again we walk through summers open gate,
laying down on the timeless sands,
places where as children, every corner was a new adventure,
and now im older, the adventure still endears the travelled eye
an inner child grows from within
the moment my toes feel breaking of the waves,
as if all problems created by me,
suddenly pass like a cool coastal storm.


this place, such unearthed beauty
inspiration provider,
soul finder, peace keeper,
you hold no anger with I,
for me, this place ,
captures me, encapsulates me,
born in me, and grown with me,
this place is me.

May be...