Dreams of Paradise
Sunless days under artic charred skies
frozen rain pelting, making me cry
harsh north winds, chill to the bone
why do I even call this place home?
Dreams of paradise have begun
Endless sunsets over clear cobalt seas
Pure white sands blanketing a quiescent cove
as a warm zephyr floats across my bronzing tan
and then I see her
that smooth Mediterranean toned skin
sauntering slowly through the gentle tide
playful splashes glimmering off her sun kissed lips
her dark sunglasses and colourful hat attempting to hide her beauty
but I know
I can see it in her graceful gait
in her sensuous sway
the way she lightly kicks the water
and definitely in her smile
oh how she flashed it my way
when she saw my stare
when I walked up
and she flipped that hair
an angel rising from the sea
my missing olive tree
I knew
I knew she was for me
we walked the beach and talked
she took my hand
my heart went a flutter
as our lovelorn lips locked
I was home
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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