elling

we walked the streets to quick stepped beats of feet
we walked and then got caught at the sand dune beach,
and in a bottle found a sad harmonic tune

which with it's bluesy small and silver
purpose, did it's music fill her

yeah right, sand in the reeds of the river
sand castles crumbling, revealing treasure

my words flew like seagulls,
from my mouth west south west over the pacific
there was no need to get specific, so soon;
just while away a sunny afternoon.