Finding Home in Paradise

Allowing the elements to carry my spirit to distant waters far from a land I've always known as "Home."

And yet I look up and close my eyes and ask the question of is home truly ever really home?

Or is it simply a place within this blue world that we chose to land in after the decision of journeying to earth ignited our conscious?

Smiling with ember golden opened eyes realizing home is simply wherever the essence of the entirety of whom you are can and will forever be celebrated.

Home is where rivers, lakes, oceans, valleys, seas, and creeks, ripple and wave at the joy of one partaking in pleasures of all this land has to offer with a multitude of appreciation for each and every day.

Wherever dialect is but a mere way to communicate.

Wherever smiles, hugs, kisses, peace, endless adventures, food, laughs, music, stories and eyes meet to form bounds stronger than the spirit of aqua ocean shores, who have seen their fair shares of hurt, pain, beauty and, iniquity while continuing to keep this world afloat.

Watching the sun play its normal game of hide and seek until it finds night

or rather night finds it to say hello

or rather goodbye once more like the day before.

Admiring portrait painted pic of fluffy white clouds as they shift in and out of focus changing grey to welcome the night

In awe as the sky metaphor its powdered blues into whatever the Sun gives way to

Oh how sweet you are Ms. Jamaica. How beautiful you are and become even more as the day shifts at your beckoning as though you are all that matters or ever mattered

Tears of paradise fill my eyes knowing I must leave you soon

Happy is the color I leave you with knowing that you were the reason I understood that home is not a place of residence

Home is where life and pleasure takes you by the wings and lifts you up upon it shoulders to see just how beautiful this journey is and to never forget it

- Tara Edwards