that in the summer of \'67
he was asked to go to malibu to house sit
for a family friend who was going
to italy until the fall
a little place on the beach
right when he got there he knew
this was the place he needed to be
the only place he ever felt
he could breathe freely
the sun and the beach
beautiful people who would smile at you
colored surf boards
lined up like a rainbow fence
and nights spent
drinking and watching wine sunsets
then nights filled
with warm laughter
falling asleep in the arms of someone
that made the line of dreams blur
as morning rose
and surf crashed
but what do you do
when you belong to a place that you can\'t have
like being banished from
an eden that never was yours
then off to the war
you come home
but the garden is gone
for so many sad reasons
that would haunt your dreams forever.