My heart strings are reminiscent of black coffee and honey bees

But paradise masks the past

Salty foreign breezes knock me down

Then build me a home out of sand and sativa

Palm trees release me from nightmares of

Faux nuclear cabanas

And allow me to float in  an aquamarine made of my dreams

Surfing the vast channels of fate

The waves gladly push along

The course they know to be not straight

But true

Only stagnant when we ignore what the

Wavves do

The tide rushes in kissing our worn

Soles

Pulling us closer

Whispering

baby come home

And once again we begin our balancing act among the wake