Simple strips, Some woods and shrubs. Deserted or inhabited, Explored or not. Islands, They have a certain character, A saintly serenity. it is there like a sage, ever waiting To embrace those lost sailors Coming washed ashore. An isle of hope A solace to swim to at deluge Imagine a solitary tree in an arid stretch Upon which the birds flock in and Gleefully chirp their long Tales of woes away. Just as much as the birds yearn
For a wood in a long flight A Tree too longs for such a pleasant Breach in its solitary penance. It is a seeker as well a solace Just as everyone Is an island In their own right.
On a small island cast away Lost in thought lonesome I stay Early stars shining in the evening sky Where am I, alone I wonder Why? Lonesomeness beckoning fear I see A magical book appears from the blue Emitting rays
I was aware My breath was not the same His presence sank in me such I feel him in every drop of rain Pain,anger and intense moments Life’s become a fast trail The destination is worthless now Journey my only
People surrounded but my heart is numb Tears cover my eyes Time goes by Everyone asks why But I never reply Forgotten so many years ago Now why I’m questioned? For what reason I’m alive? Everything is silent. All my
I’ll build an island. Away from the home where I was born. Away from the seas and oceans. Far to the galactic ridges of confer. Houses made up of lively lives. Where love is not lust But lust makes you