City of sea

She lives in colors

in the city of the sea,

crayola shades a vibrant hue

nestled besides her love.

The waves knock daily

her ears strain to hear the sound as they call

come sweet friend,

swim in the blues

where the sun meets the water,

float along and dream

your greatest hearts desire.

She lives in pretty boxes

stacked neatly by the sand

and calls to the ocean at night

as sleep moves her rocking

so gently the waves sway

back and forth

lullaby of salt and sea,

she feels alive here

as nowhere else,

beneath the stars she closes her eyes

and slips away into her dream

in her lemon room

she sleeps deep,

comforted by the sounds of natures silence

broken only by a tiny wave.

photo found on: fineartamerica