While some yearn for desert, I am content near water, a lake, a bay, an ocean, a waterfall. Water soothes the essence of my soul.
The lake, chronic gray in winter,
Grabs a platter of sky,
Stretches a skin as smooth
As sunset on a virgin’s thigh.
C.J. Prince
©2013
C.J. Prince Poet 
What a volcanic vision you have, Cj!
Oh! This is my very favorite one, so far. 🙂