Thing…

We are on this lonely beach with no people and no umbrellas.We are sitting on a lovely green blanket.You are playing your guitar and watching me.I am watching the waves and feeling the wind blowing through my hair.We are drinking this sweet orange juice with real oranges in it.Ya,it’s a sunny afternoon!It’s a ball between us,very small,like a baby ball.Your songs are still beautiful after all this time.I get up.I’m walking towords the water and I can see my footsteps in the sand.I can see me diving into the sea and i can see you smiling.I am now returning to our little blanket while you are counting the waterdrops that are falling from my hair.I’m sitting next to you with that old book in my hands.You told me a long time ago to get rid of it but it’s still here…You put your guitar down and throw the little ball away.Now there’s nothing between us.I’m watching the wind taking the pages of my book one by one.I’m huging you from the back,wraping my arms around you’re neck and blowing into your ear.You like it when i do that.The sun is still up there somewhere…Maybe it will always be…