Beach...thoughts

The warm breeze blowing;
waves crashing on the beach;
all these happening
right under my feet.

Songs of lost love and
lonely beings,
I sang.
With a beer in hand
and feet covered in sand,
as I sat on the bench
enjoying Nature's fan.

The stars peeked
through the clouds,
at me,
alone and away
from the happening crowd.
"Oh Thou! Where have you been?"
They whispered to me
"come and see us whenever
you are free!"

Penned at Patong Beach,
July 2002