Sitting on this grainy sand I promise something.
I promise to remember tonight.
To see the dark waves clash against each other.
But looking at the horizon I see the sunrise.
The sunrise is so beautiful its paradise and has left me paralyzed.
How can such beauty hold us still? 
For we do not want it to leave so we soak it up and refill.
The orange the pinks and blues.
There’s so many color hues.
Each can remind us of something. 
The warm wind of salt and sand can tickle our face.
We close our eyes and search for the gates.
The gates to what? 
Is it a gate to lead us to a place in space? 
Our grant us some grace? 
What if we turn around.
Walk into the deepest of blues; 
the lightest of greens
and to walk in the water.
What if we walk and cant swim; would we drown? 
Would we sink below and die down? 
Or to float and relax.
To feel the suns rays and react.
To open our eyes to the beauty around us.
What would we see but…
Paradise….