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.