Storm on the Island
30.07.14 (Day 220)
This island where I live:
If I could make it to the water;
if I could make it to the coast,
I'd be in the arms of the one I love most.
If I had a boat;
I'd take the crew
and with sails or oars,
we'd leave these shores.
Stranded, abandoned;
I'd swim, through treacle but
adrift and free. I can't walk
away from this island, to talk
30.07.14 (Day 220)
This island where I live:
If I could make it to the water;
if I could make it to the coast,
I'd be in the arms of the one I love most.
If I had a boat;
I'd take the crew
and with sails or oars,
we'd leave these shores.
Stranded, abandoned;
I'd swim, through treacle but
adrift and free. I can't walk
away from this island, to talk
Great poem Steve - pip
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