The Princess, the Servant, and the King

What I Desire

Some say, there is no such thing as a perfect place,
But I think otherwise.
I dream of a sea of striking cobalt waters,
The scent of a sweet, crisp, ocean breeze,
For this is what I desire.
I dream of a delicate wind, rustling through my hair like a waterfall,
The swift dancing of vivid emerald palm trees,
For this is what I desire.
I dream of the bloodred sunset, oh, the bloodred sunset, slashing the horizon,
And the sky, a cloudless canvas of colors,
For this is what I desire.
I dream of the taste of smooth relaxation on my tongue,
The sheet-white sand, curving precisely under my feet,
For this is what I desire.
And I dream of the rhythm of the wind’s whispered song,
The pleasant, serene aura,
Because this, is what I desire.