Beach Peace (Poem Of The Week)
He knew of a place where the only deities
were the pretty birds and palm trees.
The sun was the sanity that kept him up all night
painting lucidly the wonder he did see.
A bucket of green for the wild grass,
that danced and didn’t care who’d see.
A dark purple for the blanket of sky,
that he gazed at each night.
When he breathed in,
the air was sweet, sweet, sweet.
He felt one with the thick, warm breeze
as his hair blew recklessly.
He didn’t have a care in the deep, blue sea.
He had everything he ever wanted,
And everything he’d ever need.