Of An Island..... Poem by Lance Mel

Of an Island……
Across the pacific eastward a thousand leagues or so,
There lies a group of ocean treasures the Societies be it known,
Contiguous they lie bathed in indigo blue,
With neck laced coral gardens the reef adorns her mistress,
And embraces her too,
A wondrous work of nature all fashioned by Gods hand,
The verdant valleys lush, enhance this rainbow land,
To their cloudy diadem stand Grotesque arête ridges,
While here and there silvery cascades sparkle in the sun,
As they tumble down the lofty mounts on journey to the sea,
Slender palms like graceful maids, tresses billowing to the breeze,
Bow to the sou'estly trade, and beckon mariners thither,
The whole presents an observer a prospect to behold,
But this a mere description really fails to be told,
A vision of fair harmony may best imagined be.
Where the sky joins the ocean the ancients once believed,
Is whence the sun came thru the horizon,
And discovery ships did too.
As the dipping sun flashed beyond the silhouetted spires,
Of her sister Isl,
The ship entered a placid bay of gossamer emerald,
And detachment from one's self it all seemed to herald.
The Gardenia Tahitensis entices all with scent,
So Into the tepid waters of Bae De Papeete he went,
Beckoned by the fragrant sirens as In search of the Fleece,
To land upon Cythera's shore n'eath a sky of velvet peace,
The Vahines danced the night away,
To melodious music and song,
While the young marina withdrew from the throng,
His chamber of nature with leafy lounge therein,
Supplied retiring needs under a canopy of stars,
As the night closed in.
And there to dream,
Of an Island……

L M. XX1X.V.MMXV1