Solemn beaches with white-hot sands
Beckon me to stand at their edges
Arms outstretched to the horizon beyond
Aflame with multi-colored brushes of his hand

They call this place around me paradise
And to one that does not see within, it is.
But even the loveliest of rare flowers
Are sprinkled with thorns with the harshest points

There are no walls of stone or brick
That hold the inhabitants in place
Surrounded instead by mysterious waters
That keep the unrest held captive

Surrounded by beauty both within and out
Fragrant foliage and perfumed flesh
Strong minds and handsome men
Are sometimes not always enough

But still, even in the dimming of the day
This paradise beckons me home
Uneasy mind always keeping one eye
On the turning of the tide …
And the sound of his voice …

That will be my paradise.

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