A light breeze comes in off the water
Just enough to keep the heat from being hot
Just enough to send tingles up the spine
Way far away
A hammock, the perfect place to be
Gently swaying back and forth
Rocking my own cradle
Way far away
Sounds of the ocean lull me toward sleep
Birds with sounds unfamiliar welcome me
No noise threatening to the ear
Way far away
Waves cry out as they crash against the beach
Water line sneaking ever closer
The tide makes itself at home
Way far away
Smells like a storm
Clouds darken ahead
Rain will soon consume this all
Way far away
Lizards lounge on branches
Fish preside over their clear blue kingdom
These are the real locals
Way far away
This is where my heart longs to be
My memory always comes back to this place
If only this were home, it all seems so
Way far away