wide lime skies are tied in
bronze
platinum sands shimmer
over liquid sunshine laced in blue
forging a silver path to heaven
thoughts ramble back and forth
purpose stretches out for a nap
hoping melancholy doesn't dance
dreams splash in waves of leisure
crafty tide persuades moon and stars
weaving through the lavender velour
the wind, warm and sweet as a whisper
telling secrets to the gulls
who float on nothing but freedom.
