A poem by Nancy Fijan
The soft blush of morning stretches slowly across the endless horizon,
While sitting and savouring each breath of sweet exotic air –
The caress of a gentle tropical breeze lightly brushes her face,
Like worn fingers finding comfort in touching exquisite silk stockings.
The soothing rhythm of rolling turquoise waves massage the shoreline,
Over and over again, back and forth – calming motion, endless trance –
The tingling sensation of toes curling in the velvety, wet, warm sand,
Kneading delicately serene and clandestine thoughts of starry revelry.
Gazing out forever into the vast union of blue ocean and wild yonder,
A pair of gulls dance, calling and chasing, round and round, up and down –
Being one in the wind, watching a timeless story unfold,
Peace and love in this moment, smiling from the soul – dream with me.
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