Tuesday, May 26, 2009
is where my heart soars
and my pen tries to follow.
A place where the sun warms
my skin to a golden bronze.
I could be anywhere and if a free
moment comes my way, I steal away,
sit back and close my eyes.
The swoosh of car tires become
the waves on a beach as they lull
me into my own little world.
All I need is but a few minutes
to last me through the day,
like a sweet little vacation
where the hot sun caresses my face
like passionate kisses
and the dry breeze feels good
as it cools down my hot skin.
I drift into a midsummer daydream--
gulls circle overhead,
screams of excited children in the distance,
salty ocean spray coats my skin and
glasses till the day appears to be foggy.
My toes dig for damp sand as the sun
intensifies its heat.
I daydream of a rocking sensation from
a time when I stood in between two
shoals in the shallow water of the ocean
as the tide came in.
I stood there for a long time.
It was so peaceful, so soothing.
I felt that rocking long after
I came out of the water,
kind of like the sensation when
your feet still feel like they are
ice skating, long after the skates are off.
I think back to long road trips in summer
when my kids where small and we drove
to Hershey where the whole town
smelled like chocolate pudding
cooking on a stove top.
Where it must have been a law
that everyone had to plant flowers
in that town.
It was so beautiful and sweet there,
and I miss those times when my kids
were small and loved me like I was the
most important thing in their world.
Perhaps it is a beautiful place
in their daydreams too.
I am tempted to put this daydream in rhyme,
but for most, that would be a crime.
I could free verse this daydream to death,
but it is saved by time.
Time to come back from a beautiful place.