Sunday, August 31, 2008

I cup my hands and take a handful of water 
wishing I was at the beach
I let it pour out through my fingers
feeling caressed
I'm sitting by the pool, dipped my feet
both the water and the hot sun sparkling
I like blue
Everything could be blue
cold cool fresh 
I need something
Don't know what
I have not found it yet
It's not in my backyard
it's not at the beach