She knelt with ease on golden sand
Blue striped towel, sweet, soft hands
A dream I saw, glimpsed in repose
The stretching limbs, the pointing toes
That aimed her beauty toward the sea
The queen of all desires
And all that love inspires
Those pining thoughts of used to be
Her silken hair grown silver now
And wrinkles crease the once smooth brow
Vision she was, a tortured thrill
In floating clouds of memories still
That flit like fishes in the sea
Oh, memories how you comfort me
Rusting thoughts when life was grand
Treasured visions, sun blessed sand.
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