Golden hour on the east,
Blooming lavenders, lilacs and periwinkles
Through the dews and the tinkling drops,
Over the frondescence,
At the window pane,
Drifting the snowy curtains aside,
I heard the surging waves at the shore,
With glitters all over the sand,
And water gushing by.
It was the chance- for not a moment this time,
But forever of gaiety and liberation.
The loaded streets, rainbow and beads.
Views through the sapphire shades,
Hairs curling over my face.
Midday chills and sandy vibes,
Sitting by a cafe,
And sipping latte,
Greetings to the other side,
It is vacation time for an island ride.