Desert Island Dreams Poem by Tom Billsborough

Day's cares sink, drown in sleep,
Waves of consciousness
Folded in the deep
To be replaced by rising tides of dreams.
Oh, what oceans to traverse on these!
The undiscovered silence
Of the green lagoon
The smooth white sands
Untrodden and unseen
Our footprints first to mark the virgin beach,
Our words the first to name a chuckling stream,
Using language to create our space,
Our new identity,
Which we possess with joy.
For we alone determine all
Unless some governor unseen
Appoints our dream.