The view fills my mind,
Soothes my soul,
Brings me inner peace.
The sweet aroma of flowers
Tingles my nose,
Draws me closer.
The sea air brushes my face,
Salts my skin,
Leaves cold footprints.
I’m running,
Eyes wide open,
Face to the sun.
I’m here
In the paradise
Of my imagination.
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Sit by the shore.
I don’t need more.
The orange sun sets for me.
I’m as happy as can be.
Florida is paradise.
Its sand feels smooth and so nice.
The nights might be cold.
Demons roam I’m told.
But enjoy the salty air.
Until the vampires come near.
THE DEAD GAME
A walk by the sea
is waiting for me.
Salt air in my hair,
Please come over here.
We should take this opportunity
before we can hit our next thirty.
Chances like this are rare.
We are are a lucky pair.
To walk along the beach,
so close within our reach.
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The colors.
The force.
The salty air.
The warm breeze.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
Be there with it.
A window to the world.
A window to beauty.
To snow-capped mountains.
To swan-filled lakes.
To pounding waves of the ocean.
To fields of flowers.
To adventure.
To romance.
Open the window.
Open your mind
to the possibilities.
Wake up your senses.
Can you see the rocks
along the shore?
Can you feel the ocean breeze?
Can you smell the flowers?
Can you feel the hot sun
on your face?
Can you hear the seagulls’ cries?
Can you taste the salty air?
I can.
What gifts do you have for us,
Oh beautiful sky?
Some warm sunshine.
A soft breeze or two.
Maybe a light misting.
Your gaze is triumphant.
Reflecting on the soothing waves.
I could feel your warmth.
See your beauty.
Hear your tentative rumbling.
Taste the salty air with my tongue.
My senses are engaged.
You delight and tantalize them.
Thank you.
The sand so pink and soft.
Keeps my spirits aloft.
The water so clear and blue.
I want to enjoy that too.
Sun brightening the day.
All I want to do is play.
I can feel the storm approaching.
Moving closer to shore.
A spray of water in my face.
Salt in the air.
Palm trees swaying.
Sand rippling.
A wildness in the air.
Birds fleeing for safety.
Waves crashing.
Sky turning darker.
Red in its anger.
Roaring its fury.
Raining down tears.
When will it end?
Once the sky is finished.
Once it’s calmed down.
The sun will peek out.
The birds will return.
And all will be right
with the world.
Tantrum over.
A window to the world.
A window to beauty.
To snow-capped mountains.
To swan-filled lakes.
To pounding waves of the ocean.
To fields of flowers.
To adventure.
To romance.
Open the window.
Open your mind
to the possibilities.
Wake up your senses.
Can you see the rocks
along the shore?
Can you feel the ocean breeze?
Can you smell the flowers?
Can you feel the hot sun
on your face?
Can you hear the seagulls’ cries?
Can you taste the salty air?
I can.
What gifts do you have for us,
Oh beautiful sky?
Some warm sunshine.
A soft breeze or two.
Maybe a light misting.
Your gaze is triumphant.
Reflecting on the soothing waves.
I could feel your warmth.
See your beauty.
Hear your tentative rumbling.
Taste the salty air with my tongue.
My senses are engaged.
You delight and tantalize them.
Thank you.
SUSANNE LEIST 