As birds we fly- to flee, persecution of day, the chains that hold us in our ways. Diving down
the curving road, over the guardrail- a winding path coated with loose sand- edging along sheer cliff,
where thorns of wild bush conceals our secret, and unyielding currents of whispering wind, carry us always further on...

There it lies
our alcove-
three walls of sun
worn sand,
cradling us as we gaze
out on ocean-
the day fading
while celestial stars
gleam down
and there we lie,
bounds untied.