A DAY AT THE BEACH

Blue ocean by younghunjung #SocialFoto

 

 

A day at the beach

So far from my reach.

I could smell the salt air

As it flows through my hair.

The white sand is so soft

As it holds me aloft.

I want to be there

Instead of my chair.

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TAKE ME AWAY

 

TAKE ME AWAY


Take me away to better times.
To sun-drenched beaches.
To waving palm trees.
To rolling waves.
To better places.
To warm trade winds.
To white-sand beaches.
To bright sunshine.
To us.

NO SUN

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The moonlight shines on us all.

It has made the sun’s face fall.

It takes over the day from now on.

No more heat from its favorite sun.

Oasis will exist in the dark.

It’s scary in this deserted park.

I must get home before it’s too late.

Before my fate is sealed on this date.

THE DEAD GAME

 

FEEL IT

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Does this place exist?

Is it an illusion?

I need palm trees.

My own oasis.

An escape from the world.

Empty of people.

I can see it.

Feel the hot sunshine.

Cold water on my toes.

A paradise so sweet.

Honey on my lips.

I’m there right now.

Don’t bother me.

TWILIGHT

💙 As the sunsets on 500px by Anne Costello, Ireland
☀  Canon EOS 550D-f/5.59-1/160s-69mm-iso200, 3404✱5015px-rating:91.3

 

 

The setting sun brings an end to

a day of rainbows and soft wishes.

The moon waits

in the wings for its turn.

The twinkling stars hover nearby,

ready to follow its leader into the darkness.

The sky lowers its head in acceptance of the daily switch,

torn between the two heavenly delights.

SUMMER LIGHT

Pier 60 | ( by Claude Allaert )

 

SUMMER LIGHT

I want to enjoy the summer light.

It shines on the water clear and bright.

I smell the salt water in the air

as the sea breeze ruffles my long hair.

Happiness is a day at the beach.

It is what I so dearly beseech.

A day with no worries or fears.

No bad things to bring me to tears.

 
 

THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR

 

 

Anguish is my sole friend.

Tentacles wrap me close

with its wiry arms of despair.

The day holds no easement for my pain.

The sun shines too bright from its tall pedestal.

The night brings forth the proud moon

that rides the sky with its chariot of horses.

Its glow lights the hearts of the forgotten.

Its reflection soothes the troubled soul.

One more minute before I join the others.

The ones who search for the white reflection

in the cold depths below.

FLYING HIGH

 

What does it feel like to fly,
Lifting off to reach the sky?
Soaring to a new height.
A bird’s exclusive right.

All alone and way up high,
Nary a cloud in the sky.
Take me along with you please.
What can I do to appease?

I want to fly over the land
To the tune of a marching band.
Over the water, I go.
It would make a great show.