Beach Chairs

Carry your breezes

on summer seas

and all your dreams

back to me

Once we lived

for those bright days

where sun and sand

swept us away

Warm; these winds

cooled our skin

and we felt

contentment

deep within

There was never

a better sound

than the waves

where we laid out

The song which the gulls

would seem to sing

and carry to us

on their wings

echo still

in memories where

they wait for us

at our beach chairs