As the winter
winds blow so cold,
I dream of a trip to a land of gold.
Where gentle breezes warm the skin,
The sunshine's heat makes my spirits spin.
This my trip to paradise, the paradise I love.
The waters washing upon the shore,
Gives me reason to want much more.
The palm trees sway in the breezes high,
The birds sing songs of days gone by.
The heat from the sun warms my soul,
The warmth spreads through me,
A warm gentle kiss in the cold.
I raise my head and fill my lungs,
With the clean, pure air of the ocean song.
I walk on
the beach and feel the sand,
Each grain holds stories of this land.
Seashells glitter in the dust,
Like gems of value, touch them I must.
When the evening comes, and the day is done,
I sit with my sweetheart,
To watch the setting sun.
It warms the sky, hues of red and gold,
A beautiful goodbye, until a new day unfolds.
Sounds of the ocean calm my heart,
As I close my eyes this land to depart,
The distant waves cause my dreams to take flight,
The sound of the ocean saying goodnight.
This my trip to paradise,
The paradise I love.
--Debra
J. © 2001
