Paradise

Carefree wanderer - How you bathe yourself In the tides of your own reality, Soaked in time and space; The waters of existence. Cup your palms now To taste the nectar that rests there, Clear as the truth in a lie, Fresh as the silence in a sound, And drift once more. Motionless on waves you rest, Peering calmly into the night, And you shall count the stars - Each tethered by invisible thread - As you have a thousand times before. Then, you shall drift, Coaxed by warm currents, While you sleep your peaceful rest, Dreaming of starlight and sunrise Cradled on the horizons of yesteryear. And when you wake, You shall awake to paradise; To soft sheets and snug blankets; To a world before perfection; To hope to dream once more.