Oh how I dream To be marooned on a tropical Island The other side of the world Where the clock stands still The beat of the heart The heat of the sand The sound of lapping waves The smell of salty air Have more meaning than The New York Peace Tower.
For guidance, entertainment and light The bright shinning stars at night Reward my attention and devotion By shooting stars across the sky Like passing star ships homeward bound.
***** and sand bites Seaweed and sea shells Coconuts husks and volcanic pumas All litter the morning beach.
The seagulls and larks The moon and sun above Peering out to the horizon Watching the sea and sky play All blessing this paradise island.
I am new at this. The universe has blessed me with a second home on an island in the South Pacific off the grid where I spend the Nth American winter months. .