The Island
by Mike Lee

a small child
again in my dreams
as the wind whistles
amongst dark rocks
singing pirate songs
treasures lost
youth
and love

pink sand beaches invite
my childhood
memories
to such distant shores
evermore

my beautiful dream island
beautiful music
and smiling people
welcome one
back
memories
swaying trees
and movement

music
sails
ever onward

over multi-colored houses

in sunset
mysterious boats
in moonlight


rhythms of
dancing waves
dark
coral framed
beaches

life turns
on foreign soil

tides turn

memories
on this beautiful
island