Ocean breezes, polynesian places,
swaying palm trees in the sand.

Turquoise Water, spun-sugar beaches,
a tropical drink in my hand.

Visions of rum, blood-thirsty pirates,
and golden treasure buried on a beach.

Soft sensations, exotic temptations,
hawaiian flowers that bloom out of reach.

Vivid Luau's, graceful hula dancing,
fiery bonfires on the sand.

Peaceful moments, timeless photos,
a donkey ride on the strand.

Dark ocean waves, dark scary caves,
a volcano belching a sulfuric breeze.

Bright diamond skies, parrot lullabies,
a full moon seemingly made of blue cheese.

Wide open ranges, sugar cane plantations,
a cool drink to settle the dust.

Mango trees, coconut groves,
warm pineapple bread without crust.

Nights of soft scented wind, days without end,
a sense of peace inside.

Hours spent in hammocks, splashy sunrises,
reading books, and napping outside.

Too soon vacation ends, sadness begins,
and your packing begins to start.

Saying goodbye to faces, now cherished places,
then the airplane taxis down the runway to depart.

Back at home later, suitcases finally unpacked,
you drink hot coffee with extra cream.

You awake much later, disorientated and fuzzy,
and realize ~sigh~ it was just a dream.