I want a place by the sea, and not just a kitchenette.
But an airy, ample space where I can breathe
And then occasionally, only occasionally,
Smoke a cigarette.
I want a place where I can indulge in old dreams,
And taste the freedom that as yet is but a dream.
And in that ample, ample space, I’ll at last unfurl my wings.
I want a place by the sea, and not just a kitchenette.
I want to feel the salty tang lying heavy on every down.
I also want the sound of waves, a song that sings my fate and ways.
Alone and free, with wings unfurled in that vast and private space,
The sound of waves, the very anthem of my days.