Island Paradise

I see an island far away

Through my spyglass from distant shores,

Smooth white sands that beckon me

To dwell there forever more.

I board my ship and trim the sails

Trade winds bear me across the sea,

To bring me closer to mountains high

An island paradise, she yearns for me.

Closer I come under skies of blue

A paradise with palms of gold,

Into your arms, they welcome me

A beauty my eyes can scarcely hold.

My journey finished, I row to shore

I find your warmth that beckoned me,

Your Island Paradise that called my name

A castaway I shall forever be.

 

Bruce Rowe © 2009