Paradise

The balmy breezes of paradise sweep past my face, leaving an essence of coconut to keep me company. I lounge in my tree bungalow, sipping sweet sorrows away, listening to Jamaican song whispering in my ear. It’s as beautiful as a conch shell washing up onto the beach. Sprinkled with a splash of color… glittering with supple drops of ocean spray. Palm trees sway, dancing to the tropical music. Splurging on strawberry sorbet, I take in the last moments of sunlight and say goodnight to Poseidon’s treasure. Another glance of the coral sand Lets me peek at miniature hermits Scurrying into their holes, hiding ‘til the last hues of sunset disappear and the silvery moon looms in the sky. My secret getaway is a Lotus. Each time the tide comes in, It wipes away misery and creates foamy keepsakes to embrace for the continuance of life. It is the rebirth of the ocean. The ebb and flow of liquid sapphire eventually rocks me to sleep. My imagination wanders off into the water. Tiny umbrellas marooned in a coconut hut along with a sandbar of pineapple create a scene of edible indulgence, a duplicate retreat of tranquility. Dazzling reflections dancing along shades of azure and turquoise make dreaming about Isis’ island all worthwhile.