small wooden bungalows on oceans bend,
a sandy breadth of air,
soft garden music breathing out notes,
a silently moving affair.
beautiful woman on sandy beach,
knowing a life disallowed,
holding tight to trembling soft hand,
a love quite aware, and avowed.
whispy sweet straw brushing the land,
splaying an entrance so small,
to edens moist rise, -that i still might not know,
if id never been there at all.