Towers
Time, it stands still, for nearly ten miles
And the world becomes art for a little while
Crimson and lavender reflect on the glass
As I travel a corridor of mangroves and grass
Along the shoreline waters ripple and dance
Sea life gathers to frolic and prance
Whispers float in on a breeze
Of ghostly tales from on these seas
A sky full of copper and gold the sun poured
The mighty sentinels guard the distant shore
A rapturous beauty that fills me with peace
Where nature’s wonders never cease
At the rocky point where the sea becomes foam
Palms wave as I pass to welcome me home
Now the guardians tower overhead
In my home by the sea to which I was led