The tide was out and a big white
cloud floated so near, that I stretched
my hand dreamingly and sincere,
to draw your silhouette with my left
index finger on this vast canvas.
I imagined how magical scissors
cut along the newly drawn lines,
and suddenly you stepped out,
laughing at my new trick. We walked
the golden shore, our noses filled
with fish scented air and enjoyed
the wind messing with our hair, whilst
watching hundreds of playful waves
teasing surfers, who seemed to know
their every move, as they sped across
the white glistening foam, holding on
tight to their colourful kites… and then I woke up.
I went to the window and pulled up
the blinds and looked at two sparrows
splashing in their early morning bath.
The photo was taken in April 2016 at St. Malo, English Channel.