Paradise, a sonnet

The balmy breeze, nearly one with my skin,
a wave of tranquility, it brushes
me with its Caribbean warmth within
its moonlit sea-laden glow. It rushes
through the palms and glides over me as I
lay quietly, contemplating night skies.
Who am I under this dazzling black sky
sparkling overhead, to know all the “why’s”
of my existence, of why I should be
witness to this beauty, partaker in
this unspeakable place and its blue sea?
My questions seem to end where they begin.
The answers do not come; I’m left alone
to understand this heaven on my own.