Life, a little waterfall sound
Vast vistas of tropical islands
Palm trees and sand
Marooned on a beach with my thoughts.
I slide into the bath
With morning coffee and cigar.
Here is where I dream
And see all.
I’m writing in my head.
The hot water penetrates
Stirs my blood
Opens my pores
Coaxes the acid
Out of my muscles.
Head back on a pillow
Seeing far away places
Dance
On the white painted walls
Of my mind.
Life is endless
Possibilities earned
Time is of the essence
And so quickly burned.
