My Hidden Paradise

poem

6-2-2024

camping in PA

There's a place I go inside my dreams
To runaway from the nightmares.
Only in sleep it exists it seems.
Only I am aware or cares.

Golden sands slip into turquoise waves
Where gorgeous beasts of the sea
Swim swiftly in and out of hidden caves.
It is where awake I long to be.

Here my worries drift away,
My soul finds its peace,
As I stroll along this whimsical cay,
All that threatens my serenity will cease.