all is calm, all is quiescent - the colour magenta, the

afternoon breeze finds its way into my soul, as I sit there and enhance

the tranquility, the



solace of the sensory magic,

irreplaceable nirvana, my body feels the effect of blood-letting, the

winds brought in from



the south coast replace such

drainful inhabitance, my eyelids voluntarily close as the blue horizon

line takes shape,



stretching out far beyond the

sun, the sound of hte blue, an eternity of complete aquiescence, I

cannot move, nor do I



need to, for it is enough to lie

on the cliff and become entrapped in a world of escapism and peace,

cerulean transcience of



all my imagined shores,

a bird of the ocean perches before me and lets out a shriek which

transcends me back, back



to where I write, and the

calm breeze continues to enter my perhipheral