BY DAVIDMURRAYLAW@GMAIL.COM

Shores of the Mediterranean

 

 

Dusk Over the Coast of Malaga A

Guillermo Gomez Gil, 1918

Collection Carmen Thyssen – Bornemisza

 

 

I always wanted to love again

on the shores  of the Mediterranean

 

The place where so much of what we know

to its civilizations we owe

 

In 1965, I went to stay 

as an unripe teenager three months in Marseille

 

Where I met a young lady

with the most beautiful pedigree

 

I was ever to know

I was blessed to be her beau

 

Three score and five years more

I am back at this sea I adore

 

Gazing again at its blue

enamoured of its hue

 

Feeling its sand between my toes

as I hear the water’s throes

 

Except, in this spring of 2020

on the beaches there are not many

 

The waves have no one to play with

the sand is bored to death

 

No one knows what will happen next

it is not an exaggeration to say we are perplexed

 

But looking out at the sea

where I have always wanted to be

 

I sense no deception

I am grateful for its reception

 

I can die here, without mention.

simply, without pretension.

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