Another poem...

...this time when I went for a little wander on the beach by myself while Pat was napping...and feeling a little sorry for myself, haha...

This Beauty Is Too Big For Me

This beauty is too big for me;
it feels like a dream.
I desperately need
you by my side
so these wonders can spill
into both our eyes.
Which way should I turn?
I need us to take turns
To drink the whole scene in.
On this poor lonely page,
these picture-perfect palm trees
have now overflowed
into hyperbole.
This beauty is too big for me.
I want you to smell the salt with me,
I wish you could walk through waves with me,
I need you to make it real.