The Shores Of Elation Poem by Jeremy Farmer

In dreams, there is an island
where we belong, just you and me,
and that little thing we call love
where moon is always smiling
her silver rays on the edge
where the waters play
while hand in hand we can wander
over the shores of elation
and through the trees in the dark forests
of torment when we stop to make love
beneath the boughs
my heart sings her name
from the caves of intimacy
the entrance to our paradise is waiting
for my love
for no ship can take her to this place
again, I call her name and reach for her hand
and with fingers entwined
I take her deeper into the cave
and through the damp darkness
I lead her to my dreams
and the island of love