Solar Roots

I'm in need of bamboo flooring, waxy candles born of cocoa, incense burning jasmine flames and sandals with their soles in cork Attrium expanses burning leaves of green impressed on glass biting each last burst of sun with moving shadows on my shoulders Benches made of marble, mossy Cooling touches flint of skin Hammocks ever ready tilting waiting to absorb me in Every book still waiting for me with their spines and words in tact Bungalos in sweet Tahiti with their stilts on open seas I'm in need of relaxation, sand and salt encrusting thoughts laid to rest in mausoleums with a life of pressure's best Take me out to island living Leave me sipping mango juice Filled up with the sleep of ancients Take me back to solar roots.