Fluffy ice cream clouds,
The cherry of a red sun,
A swing bed underneath
And breeze through my hair.
An endless sky of things and thoughts,
Hues of orange, of pink and blue,
Wild birds up and above
And a flowery scent throughout.
A golden light intertwined
With the mad shadowy shapes,
Salty waters in my sight
And seashells buried in the sand.
No it isn’t a heaven,
(but maybe more than that)
It’s just I haven’t been on a vacation…
Can I get a beach home-delivered?