I wish to be an Island, lost far out at sea.
Swimming in solitude with no one to see.
I can’t echo thoughts etched upon scars
as darkness embraces a world full of stars.
I wish to be an Island, blind to their beauty
saved from the shadows cast by the beauties.
I can’t echo grace for you wont or you will
and if left unto me they’re all such a thrill.
I wish to be an Island, to which nothing compares
alone out at sea, so I cannot compare…
For grass that is softer, petals more scented
skies like the heavens and fantasies fated.
I wish to be an Island, lost far out at sea
a place in the silence where I cannot see.
Karen Hayward ©2017
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