The misting waves crash the shore of my illusion
As the tides continuously rise and fall
A sense of peace shields all thoughts.
I sit on the glittering sands
Basking in warmth; my skin soothed by a breeze
Ah, the bliss of it.
So blissful, in fact, I did not see the storm clouds lurking behind me
The clouds I missed, because I chose not to turn away
Had I only glanced in the water� I would have seen.
But no, too enthralled by the peace to see the truth
Too blinded by the powerful paradise before me
I chose only to see the ecstasy not the reality.
I think somehow I knew the storm was coming
I had heard a rumble, but quickly dismissed it�
Only the sun shone in my eyes at the time.
Hmm, what if I had turned around?
I think I would have stayed.
To take in the pleasure, even knowing the devastation to come.
And so I did, I chose to remain
To die in bliss rather than run from danger
After all� it was such a beautiful day.
Copyright �Julie Holmes