Patricia

Do you remember the sea, the swell and the spray, our dance of Thebes, now the kids have flown, migrated far away, have their own homes, we dance on the beach, at the end of Sunday, our loving within reach, each ring of cloud gloom, is suddenly drained, to horizon's quite blue, you grab my left knee, smile at the way, my troubles cease, I'm windblown happy, I hold your face, love this old café, catch moments like these, listen to what I say, eat chips in the breeze, watch my eyes dilate