Perhaps there is nothing better than a place
without changing seasons
Where one can go and always bask
in the warmth of the ray of the sun
with the wind sweeping your hair back
as you walk along the vast expanse of the ocean
I’ve never grown tired of endless blue–
of water and sky that seamlessly
blend together and stretches
beyond time itself
It’s a place of finding oneself
of getting lost in a suspension of time
Toes dug deep into hot sand
Salty kisses with each breeze
Perhaps there exists in such a place
the source to answers needed,
the waters of Rejuvenation
Odelia Younge 