Purples and pinks flow
far from the horizon.
Sky feels more of a rainbow
than just a large grey cloud.
The breeze locks its fingers
with my tangled strands.
A new song ripples & lingers
hair and breeze then dance.
Never felt bridely bright as I
silhouette like a lampstand, tall.
Sand swirled to sparkle on my
face, untying my backlace, all.
Meanwhile the tiny waves race
tracing my feet to see who wins.
Paradise on earth is this place
pain settles and joy alone brims.
I raise my arm, roofing my forehead.
A storm from afar declares my dream dead.