The Island

Penny Wilson Writes

Let's go there now.  

This island 
you've built 
for us.  

I see see it surrounded 
not by the sound of the surf 
but the beating of 
your heart next to mine.  

No sun to warm us 
instead 
we bask in the glow 
of love's flame.  

The sun 
shines down 
on our little island 
and the tropic nights 
sing our lullaby.  

Our island.
  
Here.
    
With you.

(C) 2019 Penny Wilson

Image by Leonardo Valente from Pixabay 

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