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.
