I remember
the streets of Venice
they were cobblestones
they turned to gold
in the moonlight
I can still hear the sound
of the ocean calling
thru the alleyways
I can hear the Lady
singing her songs
covering us
with her warm blues
our muse........
the feel of my feet
in the hot sand
slowing me......
to the pace of man
when all I wanted
was the swiftness......
riding the face of a wave
salt water sand n sun
and wave
after wave.........

Shanna