 we walk the narrow path to the land of borders and in-betweens |
 the sea, the shore, the sun, together as far as the eye can see |
 she colors herself with trinkets and gossamer |
 scattering her treasures for all to behold |
 the surf, breaks upon the sand, bubbling out a language all its own |
 the scattered rocks stand like ancient sentinels in the shallows |
 the sky and sea. sea oaks hold fast in sand |
 a child's forgotten realm of kings and castles |