The island in the distant places
Of my soul is quiet and light
Surrounded by savannah lake
A small ocean of sand, acacia
Slopes and hollow reaches
Imperceptible to sight
Not so much from day to day
Takes place, small business to transact
The trucks roll weekly through and raise
Their feather-tails of dust across
My soul horizon's face
Then they fall, recession lasts
Another seven days, the mail
Is read, the yellow stars
And blue mouth of the morning sky
Are smiling to be on our side
Protected island, shimmering
Calls silently for me to shed
The business clothes, financial dread
- my life's detail disintegrates -
And board the tiny vessel crafted
Of bamboo and ragged sails
Propelled along the dreaming winds
To shores where peace prevails, awaits
To take me deep inside of her
Unshakable embrace.
A very pleasing poem, Frank. Well crafted. Thanks, John.
Frank - this is beautiful. The 3rd stanza stands out particularly for me, 'the yellow stars and blue mouth of the morning sky are smiling to be on our side' is mind-blowingly beautiful. Stunning work. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unshakable embrace, I'll never forget that phrase. Another gem crafted by you Frank! Cheers Anita