This is Paradise

Reclining in my vibrant hammock
I'm swayed to sleep by this image:
Unassuming cotton clouds
Pink in the evening sky,
A halo around the placid lake
Where I let my mind fly.
Conforming to my body:
Luxuriously moist air
Pushed by gentle tropic winds
Idly blowing nowhere.
Though I may be rocking in comfort
And though paradise may treat me well
I'm all alone in my nirvana
and on that I can't help but dwell.