I look through my window at this new dawn,
bright and crisp
but a sudden shadow consumes me.
I stand silhouetted before the pastel sunshower.
A day of toil ahead,
my thoughts retreat
to young, unexamined pleasures.
A Santa Ana wind chases a chill away.
Seagulls laugh and chatter.
A coconut-scented breeze
circles and twists in lazy curls
embracing my senses.
A turquoise-green sea
stretching, cool and vast, against white sand,
sparkles and winks.
Soft, rolling waves rise slowly and crumple
whispering, "Come and play . . .
there are no growing up worries out here."
Wildflowers light up the hillside
like a thousand tiny suns.
I run my fingers through her long, dark hair.
She wakes with a sleepy smile,
rolls closer, closer.
So warm.
She'll always be here.
So much life ahead for us.
She'll always be there.
I close my eyes to follow her.
The friendly, yellow sun smiles
and slips behind a wisp of cotton to rest.
The first cool wind of fall
begins to blow.
- Mark Rickerby
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*sighs* this was beautifully written! it reminds me of last summer when my boyfriend and his family took me to hilton head SC for a week!
it was one of the best times of my life and definatly one of the most memorable! you managed to capture a lot of my feelings in this poem! awesome job! (yes my keyboard is still screwy 
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Ahhhh, Mark, what a wistful, pristine, peaceful glimpse of young love, innocence and lazy summer days by the sea....makes me sigh! This is beautiful. No, your feelings and your ideas "back then" were not wrong and neither have you "sold out"....life just happened to you. Your eyes are now a little older and a little wiser and your dreams a bit clouded by reality, but I know the wanderer in you still goes to those places and that they are very, very real. For a few moments while I read your poem, you took me there with you and all I can say is thank you. Your imagery is gorgeous and the "illusion" you tried to capture is no illusion at all, it lives still within your soul and I can see it there. Don't ever let go of that, it is the light that shines from behind your eyes. Thank you again for sharing this, it is lovely.
Love you! 
~Janet~
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A beautiful descriptive write. Your words placed me there, enjoying the salty breeze of the ocean and sweet rememberances of love by the sea. lol I loved your comments also... it would be nice to be able to bring all those youthful ideas and dreams into adulthood, but very hard to do. In the past, I've had to let go of a lot of those ideas too, but it seems that lately more and more of them are edging their way back in. Perhaps it's all a cycle, and now that we're older we will know how to make sure we hang on to the more important ones
Great write
Gypsy
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