Setting sun paints his canvas,
A whirlwind of georgia peaches and lemon meringue pies.
Ears ring as the low tides lick the worn shores.
Starry eyes reflect dust-speckled skies.
Smooth waves become a moonlight pool.
Eager lungs drink in the intoxicating exhales,
Of the blazing flames.
Lips curl into a content grin,
at the sound of whispered hymns.
Heart slows to a steady rhythm,
For paradise is here to stay.
