Can You See What I See?

Can you see what I see, when I close my eyes?
The thundering surf, the October skies?
The gulls wheeling freely, the white capped surf?
Is there a more perfect place on this Earth?

Perhaps the deep yellow, of midsummer haze?
The basking in meadows, of halcyon days?
The sky overhead an incredible hue,
Is there a name for that perfect blue?

Then again there's the sensation of incredible bliss,
Of colour and forever during my lovers kiss!
The feeling of soaring, of life flying by
the gentle soft landing, that ends with a sigh?

 I don't think you can see them, these thing that I see.
I think that they are visions, meant only for me.
The sights of my world, that stay hidden and mine
Can only be seen in the words of my rhyme!

Well that was fun. I have always enjoyed stuff like this. Now someone else, I really liked the idea of Junk Drawer. I'm glad to see so many folks here.
Ok really someone else!
How about,
"Why Are Green Sneakers?"