Early hours on a Friday morning,
and the surf's up on a sunny
beach in Wales.
Nestled between giants' stones that scrape the vast sky,
these silent sands are hidden
from the world.
An ivory treasure,
bourn on foreign tides long ago.
The Sun reigns here, night into day in a pinkish blur,
caressed by white and blue-grey waves.
She trails along the path,
towel and bathing suit
clutched under an arm
making her way towards
that which calls her
that goddess, ultimate, plunge and pool.
Her life, a whirling light too fragile to be gambled on rocky currents
but always, she finds a breath here.
a seaside-sanctuary of seagulls sqwuak and summer bliss -
She is Forever swimming,
and Caerfai Dreaming.