Island Dreams
I’m in a seaside paradise,
where my heart is light and free,
where palm fronds wave and whisper
in the breezes from the sea.
Days of idle frolic
on dunes of sun-bleached sand.
Evening skies ablaze with stars,
moonlit strolls, calypso bands.
Sunsets stain the turquoise sea,
liquid gold dips silent, slow.
The sky is splashed with grenadine
and garnished with an orange glow.
The bustling waterfront market
is rich with handmade wares.
Tourists spar with merchants
to barter prices fair.
Where sea meets blue horizon,
distant sailboats bob and weave.
I breathe the salty, spicy air,
and I never want to leave.
I travel often in my mind,
daydreams suffice for now,
until I can return again
to the isle of Curacao.
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greg-in-washington said,
June 14, 2016 at 6:10 pm
a typical Canadian dream
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crazyquilter51 said,
June 14, 2016 at 5:08 pm
I hear ya!
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Nora said,
June 15, 2016 at 12:42 am
I got all dreamy 🙂
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Create-A-Holic Writer said,
June 15, 2016 at 3:43 pm
It’s a beautiful place.
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