A Source of Restive Pleasure

The sea was awash with foamy

white as troughs of rage

dipped among its swollen swells

and the wind rode the sky like

a tiger in its roar

laying my bicycle aside the road

I approached a fence

with trepidation and gazed

upon a pretty building --

green and white adorned its facade

lit with colours of Christmas

seemingly to shine as evening

dipped towards blackness

my journey ending in the twilight

and people came towards me

singly and in pairs

from this lovely edifice --

I admired smiles and good fortune

upon their lips

certainly it was I who wished

the possibility of entering

that domain and discover the source

of all their charm.