By
the sea..
watching waves play
like children of another summer
Building sand castles and clutching shells
Waves roll the memories onto a widescreen movie
Where barefoot we walked together like kids
Holding hands, running free, chasing...
What was it...chasing time ?
Begging it to stop and
keep us there.
Where all
we had
was
us.
original poetry by Susan M Klein
Photography from the Caribbean Islands
by SMK and PaintShopPro
