I catch myself pondering,
Time and time again,
To what draws me here,
When others refrain,
'There's nothing there', they say,
'No money, No future'
Yet for me to live anywhere else,
Would seem like torture,
Waking to the sounds of the hens,
Each morning without fail,
Watching the boats in the harbour,
Before they set sail,
The silhouette of a coconut tree,
Against a magenta sunset,
Living on these enchanted islands,
Is something I could never regret,
For if I am dreaming,
Wake me, I request you do not,
For each moment spent here,
Is truly a gift, never forgot.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 3:32 PM UTC
I catch myself pondering,
Time and time again,
To what draws me here,
When others refrain,
'There's nothing there', they say,
'No money, No future'
Yet for me to live anywhere else,
Would seem like torture,
Waking to the sounds of the hens,
Each morning without fail,
Watching the boats in the harbour,
Before they set sail,
The silhouette of a coconut tree,
Against a magenta sunset,
Living on these enchanted islands,
Is something I could never regret,
For if I am dreaming,
Wake me, I request you do not,
For each moment spent here,
Is truly a gift, never forgot.
