Digger168
08-17-2005, 04:20 AM
Alone, an Island I sit..........................
No bridge connects to my shore.
No wind brushes the hair of my palm trees
Only sand to feel my way.
Feet warmed in sunny solitude,
waxing copious jade
at hungry seagulls
who know no shade.
Thinking,......
Wake me when I die.
So at last, I can really see the sky,
Heal the rain
touch the Sun,...
and forgive myself
for forgetting what it was to be young.
No bridge connects to my shore.
No wind brushes the hair of my palm trees
Only sand to feel my way.
Feet warmed in sunny solitude,
waxing copious jade
at hungry seagulls
who know no shade.
Thinking,......
Wake me when I die.
So at last, I can really see the sky,
Heal the rain
touch the Sun,...
and forgive myself
for forgetting what it was to be young.