Isle of Enchantment
Give me a wooden boat;
One that barely floats,
And I’ll sail off
to that other land
of burning sand.
Where no one knows
not me.
I’ll arrive by open sea
before the waning moon
arises --
O’er the deep lagoon.
I perceive the waving fronds
of scattered pinnate palms;
A-waiting o’ so calm,
For me --
Yes, just for me.
Let me rest -- a little while
on that enchanted isle --
So peaceful
to behold
in its myriads of gold.
I’ll sleep still --
Into the rising of the dawn;
Awaken to the far off sound
of a chattering sicklebill.
My thirst I’ll bring
to that quivering
inland spring;
Born from greenery hills
Standing high
into the blue;
I’ll sit and wait -
Wait only just for you.
Come now - my maiden fair;
Feel me, see me, in the air
I am here --
This solitary man;
Who needs but only you
to soothe
my state of being,
And make me alive;
Once more...again.
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