Sky of grey and stars that shine way up above, and though I
try I cannot reach them, or dare not lest I break the spell.
Wisps of wind caress my face, thir touch silky against my
heated flesh as they blow by, whispering lustful secrets.
Salt mists rise from the ocean at my feet, squeaking sand
and splashing waves, and the sting that each breath carries
as I inhale greenish-grey smoke is hope and illusion.