Sherbet Sunrises

I had a day that left me wishing-

nope- pining for a getaway.

Tedious projects; impossible deadlines.

Conversations that inspired a lot of wincing,

followed by a lot of eye rolling.

I want to dig my painted toes into the sand

and splash salt water on my cheeks.

I want to dance under a low, heavy hanging pink moon,

 and wake up to a sherbet splashed sunrise.

I want to spend my days collecting shells,

 and smelling like coconut.

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I'd like to link hands with handsome man,

and hum along to a steel drum band.

I'd like to eat fruit that I pluck, straight from a tree,

and braid my hair with a hibiscus tucked behind my ear.

I want to go to bed counting the freckles on my nose, 

and the fish in the ocean,

and the stars in the sky. 

Instead, I laid my head in my hands 

and shook my mind back to now.

It was a long day.

 A day that is strung into a series of long weeks.

Sigh.

Here's to sweet dreams 

and sunny shorelines... 

soon.