Short and sweet

Pick me up
In your arms.
Paradise,
Here I come...

(painting: The Kiss #1, oils on canvas, 60x91cm, 2003)

We've got Visit!

TROPICAL PARADISE


The warm wind blows once again.
The trees, they sway, I'm home again.
The birds sing their melody.
The wind passes through the reeds.
The sunsets brighter, then I knew.
All my thoughts roll back to you.

Tides of water come up so high.
Stars go on forever in the night.
See them dance along the shore.
But nothing is, as it was before.
There is beauty all abound.
The circle turns and comes around.

Forgotten times do here begin.
I turn the page, to start again.
Another chapter within paradise.
I'm walking open with my eyes.
To all the beauty that senses touch.
Need to live and live as such.

I'd like to show you where I've been.
For it is me inside the wind.
Searching for you, so you may see.
All of these things are inside of me.
The warm wind blows once again.
The trees they sway, I'm home again.


by John Prockner 

Source: http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=120631