Night Breezes seem to whisper I love you

What do you dream when you stand by the sea?

Are they the same as the ones in the night?

What do you see when you stand by the sea?

Do your dreams come alive with the light?



When I'm by the sea I see my dreams come alive

All bright and shiny and new

Possibilities and schemes come together and thrive

As I gaze at the sparkling Blue.


A little poem, inspired by Pooky.