The Island Poem by Jason Pack

The island still calls to me,
The coral reef and blazing Sun.
Of all the many lonely days,
I wish I had another one.

The sandy beaches, flawless sky,
The silky sands, the bleached grains,
From the top of mountain high,
I've got a sunset in my veins.

It beckons to me, its voice soothing,
Begging me to come ashore.
'Morbid man, cease your brooding!
Step up! Step up! And play the chord! '

'What sweet tune sings to me? '
I ask the sand, the swooping crane.
'Come to us, and you will see! '
Reply the wilds of sugarcane.

How could I ever croon this soft?
How will I ever make my way?
The blazing ball hangs high aloft,
Answering me with blessed day.

I didn't arrive by ship or wreck,
But instead by happenstance.
In my rage I didn't check,
Or take hold of my one chance.

I tore about that perfect shore,
Set upon survival needs.
Instead of seeing what it bore,
In the lilies and the reeds.

In the coming days my altered mind,
Opened to the scene around,
Allowed me sight, no longer blind,
I saw the paradise I'd found.

I'd stay forever if I could,
Live my days consumed by sea.
Never ask if I should,
Live my nights consumed by glee.

Instead I sit in my sadness,
Laying on unwelcome sheets.
The island's soothing, calming madness,
Still in my heart, lively beats.