The sun winks cheekily from behind a thinning cloud And, like a great golden grin, gilds my day. White light pulsates on the inner wall of my eyelids - Mood lifting; warmth spreading; glorious light. A faint breeze, feather light, lulls; Softening the edge of the sun's heat. Time drifts and thoughts linger On the sumptuous sensation Of a perfect morning.
A seagull screech brings the scene to life and, with eyes closed, I look at the moment and see the sounds arising. Distant voices in the morning's chatter and the rhythmic whoosh of waves. I feel the touch of sound as my heart beat strolls now; As my mind idly paddles at the water's edge. I breathe in the tepid air ; it glides softly, slowly through my nostrils Reflecting the ebb and flow of the sea without. Rising and falling with the tide's swell.
Limp limbs lie abandoned on the Cushioned bed as each breath shallowly lingers, patiently anticipating the next. No thoughts now. Just image and sound and the sweet sensation of the intermittent breeze As I float on a velvet sea of my own making.