A kiss on the cheek and I follow the path in the sandy trail
White beach and waving palm fronds
A clear, blue, endless sky
Foliage opens, the hut stands alone amidst a crossing of worn paths
Before wide, gently foaming waves of sea
The door is ajar, beckoning to me
Dim inside, a cane rests against the wall
Windows open to each direction
A stair descending into the earth
A skylight heavenward in the thatch
Other sights are shadowed, I am not to see them yet
"Later," his voice whispers...
Much Love!
Khouzhan Veve Fleurette-Beauchamp
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