I was on the beach, the stars above in clear, clean sky.
I was in another Eden, and neither me or her would die.
The water was blue and without shame, without burning.
Somewhere life was a living hell, innocence never returning.
She was blond and tan and had thin, bold lines of strength.
Her modesty hidden by that golden hair with it’s great length.
Me and her, free and sheltered, surfed those blue waves.
We gave each other passion, and the contact passion craves.
Stars above and gleaming, we lay beneath them, beautiful dreams.
We heard not the madness coming, or the high laughter of it’s screams.