It could be compared to heaven,
If there is such a majestic place. The
Beauty captivates me, compels me
To put pen to paper, to capture a
Glorious photograph with starch and ink.
The creaky boat glides gracefully
Through the smooth, luxurious waters
As the sunlight dances off the tiny
Currents we've made with our oars.
They glitter in the golden rays that
Proceeded to light up the vibrant
Cyan skies, so clear and wide.
I felt as if I can finally stretch my
Stressed arms and not hit a ceiling.
It was so refreshingly open. The light
Summer breeze was like a sparkly blue
Steam I breathed in. It loosened my tense
Muscles and cleared my racing mind. We passed
By gorgeous pink lilies peeking out from
The glassy surface, smiling up with love
At the brilliant sun.
He plucked one out of the water and
Handed it to me. Its petals were
Like satin between my fingers. Its
Comforting aroma wrapped its arms around us.
He pulled me down gently to the floor of the
Boat as we laid side by side,
Watching the sky transform from cyan
To flamboyant pinks and mellow orange hues.
Soon the shiny stars emerged from their
Daily slumber and dotted the deep purple
And navy cover. Distant crickets chirped as
The nightlife of the stream began to stir.
He kissed me on the cheek and got up,
Starting to row us back home. I, however,
continued laying there, thinking that if
There really was a heaven, it would be
Just like this.