St. Ives

S and and sea and salty memories of
sunscreen on hot golden skin and
T ime spent beneath bluest skies
streaked with white gulls and coloured kites,

I n cold clear waters and crashing waves,
playful beach games and languid
V ast and endless summer days,
when hours stretch and the warm evening aches,
E very sunset a painting, every sunrise a new life,
each day a hazy mirage it seems;
S end me back, down cobbled winding streets
to my coastal love, my Cornish dream.