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.