A touch of breeze blows gently
Taste of salt does touch my lips,
Sounds of gulls upon the ocean waves
Bringing freedom to my ears.
The sun glowing warmth upon my body
Cries of laughter in the air,
Brings memories of a summer day
To the simple things that fare.
With hopes of these days to be again
Back to those very days of old,
Where the warmth, the waves, and the laughter
May again someday unfold.
From The Voice Inside
Poetry by incarcerated humans.