A POEM
THE SUNSEEKER
 
 
Follow me to a place where ...

the sun moves slowly, sleepy from it’s own warmth,

no place to be other than here,

where water is blue and sparkles like a million gems,

where days are slow and smooth, hazy,

blurring into one another,

where the moon, she hangs low,

over the palm trees swaying in the cool ocean breeze.