I like to spend my time on the red bench
that sits on the edge of the waterfront
amidst the towering trees.
It’s rusty,
red paint chipping away.
I can lay on it for hours
and always be comfortable.
This bench overlooks the entire lake.
My eyes stretch across the way
and gaze at the lights of the houses on the other side.
It’s nice to look up
and get lost in the blanket of stars.
My thoughts running around
with all the dreams and wishes.
While the songs of the waves play majestically.
The moon merges perfectly with the edge of the water.
It sits there,
a luscious sight,
and sends a trail of light across the lake
all the way to me
and my red bench.
Its perfect location
let’s me see the ripples in the water
as a slight wind passes over me
and the smell of the fresh air covers me
like a blanket.
The red bench beneath me
as I fall into a tranquil trance.
Taking in the night.
The red bench feels like home.
It is home.
