Come Stroll
A tranquil isle.
Published in
Apr 2, 2024
Come stroll a tranquil isle
in a forgotten emerald bay
where the clouds are puffs
of loving whispers we’ll convey
a gentleworld of wistful visions
sweet as rum-spiced peach-lemonade.
The scent of changing tradewinds
does coax one’s crux to glide
and alight in wild flowered fields
ne’er to die
tis time to celebrate the harvest fruit
of yester autumn’s wine
then nestle neath
enraptured moonbeams that caress
sleepy-headed skies of summertime.
Let’s dream we float away my love
past this realm of incarcerated tides
toward a Tiki life that connects
to seas beyond space and time
whenever you touch
my eyelids to your lips
we’ll drift as entangled facets
in cavalcades of crystal ships.
Apr. — 2024
