while palms dust away your face in broad sweeps
and I contemplate if it's worth the price.
To drown your memory in waters blue
and chase away that voice to worlds unknown
of darkened clouds and to your nature true
with bumpy roads and winds that whine and moan.
I'll float in space warmed by a happy sun
while soft breezes hum songs of paradise
an island built on happiness for one
to dance alone, true spirit realized.
Alone and real with nature by my side
the only sound defined by rising tide.
Copyright 2009 JO Janoski
A Word Catalyst Prompt to write a poem for the picture.