There is a place in the memories bank
Where dreams are saved like spare change found
On broken days,
Where skies meet water meets land
And I close my eyes and drift away again
To a Monday morning daydream
As I lie in a peace filled bed
Rich like clouds
I’m falling in.
There is a place where bliss lives quietly
And the only sound is water
Washing softly against my toes
As I walk a mile untethered by the buoy of life
Navigating around the bend
To find endless beach again.
I’m already there as these words fall like the rays
Of warm summer sun
Upon my thoughts scattered like treasure
Swept up and put away
Into the bank of life
To be respent again
I found this image on the Internet and it was almost as if I stared at it long enough, I was there in the magical looking place, so I thought I’d take you all along on my daydream. Welcome, enjoy the water, it’s beautiful.