Island - Poem by gershon hepner
I’d like to take you to the isle
where I belong,
the region where I like to while
my time in song,
There prose is never spoken but
the sound of waves
that pound the chambers of my heart,
once shut like graves,
revives the wildness I once had,
my pulse that races.
I think that I would be more glad
in all the places,
the shores where only I have been,
if you would share
them with me, for I think I’ve seen
you walking there.
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