Lost Property on the Beach 

For the crime of leaving my prayer book on the beach

I was gagged and bound to a rough wooden post

It was autumn and the garden was full of sweet scents

The Scents of Decay

My eyes were covered so I was unable to enjoy

The stunning colours that surrounded me

But I sensed her beauty as she strolled past my garden gate

Along the smooth sandy path that led to the moon beach

Where I had buried my beloved prayer book