To live here,
A place of peace and natures magical shows
Skies come alive in darkness and light,
On fire as the sun settles in for sleep.
Red tipped clouds whispering,
Crimson dipped tendrils hanging
Waiting for my gaze.
I reach up as if to touch
The flame of evening moving through
Lost in wandering thoughts I remain
Motionless as a statue
Barely breathing as if I forgot how,
Lost in the rapture of now.
I long for sweet scenes
Images forever singed into my memory,
Each sun that rises
Too must set
To return once more like a welcoming friend
Sunshine smiles warming my skin
Scent of tropical oils on air
Hanging on a dream