With Summer Homeward Bound

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Beach burnt brown to eventide 

basking on a lizard day. 

Silhouetted in shrieks the

childrens' matchstick army 

fight "absoluterly ginormous!" waves 

that crash over castles, and 

flood vain their boasts,

that stopped no tides, nor did a

sun beseeched agree to stay.

Then along the cliff walk home,

apace the ebbing tide, seal hauled up 

and basking in the afterglow's warm

breath upon our weary shoulders,

salt skinned, itched, sanded,

and so long in shadow

absent minded 

and homeward bound.

Along the dusk diminuendo eyelids droop,

as the day draws in the sundown dusk.

Over dinner, served with breathless starlight,

and violin reflections, candles splutter in

dance over fine wines clinked and sipped,

in a seaweed hammock, briny upon the breeze.

When the promenaders, with their

dog-tired children, have perambulated

to their beds ashore, we attune

to the rhythm of the lighthouse,

the swell of the sea drowned day.

With nightgown drooping eyes,

at the confluence of the rivers of

all the delta suns, of all the days 

we ever wished to sail,

beneath high pennant colours,

resplendent and blown along

the horizon, golden in ribbon,

and wrapped in sighs,

at the end of a perfect day. 

Late summer upon the altar of autumn,

the sad sacrifice of a blood red sun,

quenched in its own skyline and salted 

with tears under the moon's cool stare. 

A cosmic shiver on the bedroom stairs 

of a spun down day, shawled in a lullaby. 

Whisper, "little one, remember today,

for one day, my bachgen bach, 

you will dream that you are here,
and you will wish you were once more".