The palm trees sway
under a warm Mediterranean breeze
as we lay on a golden beach somewhere,
dreaming that you and I could be,
castaways on an island in the sun.
Blue waters kissing the beach
beneath our feet
as we walk hand in hand
in the sand at sunset time.
The world a million miles away,
never to bother us anymore.
What a lovely dream,
to be washed up on that shore,
you and I for evermore.
I think this is everybodys dream David... Trouble is it never comes true... Sadly 10
Anyway i can to stow away.? ..i'll be quiet...your lady will never know i came along....Splendid depiction /imagework, David....almost got a tan, just reading! FjR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Frank beat me to the punch...still love to go there some day..sounds wonderful