The path that led to the beach and the thin sea trees with their crimson flowers                                                                                                                                                                  Were all smothered by the white sun                                                                                          They had surrendered many years ago and now rested quietly in their bright cells                                                                                        I longed for the pastel pinks of the cooler months as I lay on the beach with my beloved wife                                                                                                                             Who was naked and not troubled by the rigid colours of the day