Meandering through towering green hills'
winding around dusty paths which will grow into roads
we trudged home, leaving the sparkling ocean and balmy breeze of the coast
Time had held no meaning for the sun-worshippers
hours and days jostled each other to remain relevant in our minds
but we were beyond the arms of our ordinary existence
Laughter filtered through numbed ears
while real music was freshly born in the strings of a guitar
we rejoiced in the energy and reminiscences of our youth
watching the newly hatched play the same games two decades later
our souls soothed, we returned home
