Lost Island Poem by Brooklyn Joy

I know an island sitting;
Centered in the ocean expansionary;
Foamy clouds the water carries,
And sand sprinkled by the midnight fairies.

I know an island sitting;
Far beneath the starry navy.
Here I will stay, forever maybe,
Here, blanketed by the restless sea.

I know an island sitting;
Perfumed with a honey and nectar breeze;
Which races through the branches of arched palm trees.
I know an island sitting.