I Dream of Paradise
By Josh Watkins
My thoughts are cast
across this sandy plain
into the mountain
air,
Peace and harmony are
my state of mind.
Renewed is this long
lost love,
This land I once
called home.
It wanes in and out
Of my nostalgic mind.
No place but this can
breach my inner soul.
The sea bows to my
feet,
kissing them with
great affection.
Surely I must be
dreaming,
For places such as
this I never see.
My mind is a prison
for earthly paradises,
Where many lands
appear.
Places where fiery
mountains
Scald the salty sea,
Or where the forest
is silenced,
By the carefully
crafted crystals,
That blankets it in
white.
Where heaven’s lights
brighten the Northern sky,
With a vast array of
color,
Beheld even by a
child’s eye.
Or a place out
yonder,
Where the stallions
run free,
The eagle rules the
bright blue skies,
And the river’s
course is crystal clear.
At each of these
destinations,
Tranquility abounds,
Serenity gushes
forth,
Peace is vast.
I dream of adventure,
I dream of awe,
I dream of paradise.
