A cure for melancholy ...

Swimming, as ever, was a cure for melancholy - 

We shed our clothes as though they were memories to forget - 

The gentle sea held us up under the bright sky - 

We swam towards the white yachts - 

I felt as if each wave would wash away my years - 

I would stretch out on the sand as a boy again - 

Another sun would shine above my head - 

Those who were gone would be with me once more - 

I remembered the stone house, the cool floors of the high ceilinged rooms - 

I heard the bells ringing in the evening - 

The moon and the stars were newly made - 

A soft voice in my ear drove away all darkness - 

11.00

Monday 28 May 2018

South Beach 

Studland 

Dorset