Turquoise Dreams Poem by Paula Glynn

I dream of an exotic island,
In the middle of the sea,
I would get there by boat,
As if I were deserted,
And I'd drink coconut juice,
My skin melting under the hot, hot sun,
And I'd bathe in the ocean,
Swimming underwater with the fishes,
Feeling so encumbered and free,
Floating gently on the waves,
Staring up at the clear, sunny sky,
For this is paradise,
This is what a turquoise dream is,
And all I'd feel is exotic bliss,
Because this is what life should be about.
There would be no hassle or stress,
And everyday would be a holiday,
No hustle or bustle or the smog of a city's air,
Only peace, quiet and contentment.
I dream this for myself,
But then I open my eyes, and I am back:
Back in my central city flat,
And it's raining again,
I wonder where my dream went:
It seemed so real, almost as if,
There were sand under my feet,
But now I face a day of anger and deceit,
My job a means to an end,
Giving me the money to lie in bed,
And dream turquoise dreams,
And I wonder if dreams can come true,
So it is night again, and I am on my own,
To dream blissfully of a place I call heaven,
An island in paradise, no pain there,
Just lapping waves and clear, scented air.