Bliss

Imagine...

A cool spring evening,

A handsome man,

And two new rollerblades awaiting their first flight.

A rattling roll across the bricks in the dormant rose garden

And then, the gliding pathway, adorned in dusk.

Decorated couples stroll along the boardwalk; it must be prom tonight.

Sparkling waters embrace one lonely ship, and kiss our shore.

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Tourists reawaken from hibernation; bustling,

Breathing new life into sleeping inns and restless shops.

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People are friendlier here, it's not uncommon to laugh along with strangers.

Across the lift bridge to the pier, a lighthouse beckons

Where fishermen tangle the water with skipping lines.

City lights hover over distorted reflections

Where is our house? Is that the church?

Sigh.......

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Reality demands our return, but not before a stolen kiss...

Bliss.

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(Disclaimer #1: I apologize to all you English majors out there, I wax a bit "poetic" at times but know nothing about poetry, so please forgive my uneducated rantings)

(Disclaimer #2: I didn't have my camera so I stole the photo off of a Google image search, but you can see the lift bridge we crossed to the pier)