Jermaca (Isle Of Jerica) Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I decided to purchase a travel package,
Wanting to see the sights in full.
Packing my bag taking flight.
I didn't merely plan to visit.
Longing for a place to belong,
Imagining short blasts of waves crash against the shore.
Sleeping under the stars to the somber noise breathing in and out.
Eyes close in a sigh, taking in the sights.
Little umbrellas floating around mixed cocktail drinks. Bright colored lights vast in depth.
Sweet to taste, Brouchers thrown to the side.
No vouchers to redeem. An genuine show of relief.
Being able to breathe miles away from home.
Getting lost over by the ocean side,
I've never heard the ocean roar so loudly.
I wiped my eyes the times I felt I was dreaming. Fighting sleep biding my time.
As the picture in the travel Broucher doesn't do justice.
This is an once in a lifetime feeling.
Having to be here to get the full effect.
Taking in each breath,
Loose sandals, toes gripping the sand.
This desire felt by new drinking games and meaningful conversations.
A place to eat, a place to rest.
Little shadows becoming bigger as time expands. Bringing the spark of Christmas lights hung from tree to tree,
The insides of my mouth wet with anticipation.
Languages translated by silent ears.
The permanent kiss left in memory.
The ocean vast in depth crashing against the shore of your legs,
Footprints of where I stood gazing into the horizon of your eyes.
Without need to unpack my bag
I stood for hours gazing into your eyes
Listening to the sound of you breathe in each wave that crashed