Strolling along the beach,
so carefree,
troubles a distant memory
the softness of the sand
I feel
as I walk along
unrushed, not bothered,
no deadlines to meet,
keep walking to over
by the rocks
my favourite place,
gaze out at the surf,
so calm and peaceful,
so opposite to how I feel.

Deep inside,
sit there thinking,
brain ticking overtime,
smoke billowing out my ears,
of how to say
what I think,
what I feel,
towards you,
also to about life,
without sounding
well ... silly and stupid
to name a few.

One thing though I don't
mind saying,
mind sharing with you,
It's quite pure and simple ...

I love it when
we're together,
so sad when
we must part,
wanting the world
to rush on by,
but to stand still
when I'm with you.

Written: Wednesday 07 November 2001