I think of traveling to exotic places,
Where there are soothing streams of water.
They can be big cities or small islands,
As long as they are beyond our border.
A plane streaking through cumulus clouds
Brings me such anticipation to be there,
To walk the promenades beside the sea,
As though I had nary a worry or a care.
Just thinking of the possibility is sweet,
And I will continue to dream for now.
But, look for me, and I’ll smile for you,
And smooth out the lines in your brow.
Written for the Three Things Challenge # 125: stream, big, plane.