Spirit of Vacation

 

Pure anticipation,
All things possible,
Waves and water,
Sunset too soon,
Racing to the ocean,
Like every bird I’ve seen,
Arms outstretched I will catch this breeze,
And, fly away to Heaven,
Heaven out there,
Heaven here,
Up, up, up,
Once more into the stratosphere,
Piercing every portal the clouds will allow,
To grasp one more glimpse of the sun,
Then down quickly to watch it play,
Upon the water,
Capture it within,
Held happy,
Always and forever!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 24, 2013