Old home place not the same
gravity and neglect tolls it's fate
I digress for succor with a wandering
eye possible options of escape for the
perfect healing getaway from well kept
secret in wonderment of the Seychelles
Islands for aqua clear waters tapping
damp sand that beckons me contentment
In my heightened state a seagull
squawks casting carefree shadows
on my beach blanket in warm gentle
breezes leaning on one elbow staring
at the pages of my half-read book
amid swaying palm fronds uninhibited
Dreamy vacation your mind set for
one's interior restoration tasking
application of happiness with endless
options if you can but sense the natural
diversity in wonders of real adventure
not for rent, but to own
(c) Plight of Restoration
29April2012
Vivian L Dawson
Lovely write Lady Vivian.
Lady Mary Ann
Regis
Christine
Blessings,
Christine
Based on your poem, I think I know which option you took.
Ron
travelling with you on wings on fire,
right now my spirit house needs a major overhaul
john
Lovely poetry, very laid back and dreamy!!!
Much peace, love and light,
Amber "V"
A dreamy treat indeed.
Budd