BURNISHED GOLD

When I first see this shore of burnished gold

I wonder why it thrusts so insular

And brags about the tallest and most bold

Across every man-made peninsula.

But then the powdered white sand warms my feet

Under a sun that never ever fails

To lure bathers down from the brazen street

While towers cast shadows like gaff-rigged sails.

Ear drums are schmoozed by fizzing seas and breeze

That leaps above the waves of stone-washed blue

And stirs each crest into a creamy tease

Of frothy foam - a cool, refreshing brew.

Wooed and smitten I can sink into rest

And bid my mind forget my tarnished quest.