Dream Getaway

A poem about an island and some symbolic stuff

I know this little spot
Just off the coast of reality.
An island of black sand
and endless moonlight.
With water as still as a painting.

Now this island doesn't technically exist
At least not in the strictest sense
You won't find it on any maps.
But try to think of it as a real estate of mind.
A time share of 2 kind souls
Letting go of everything but the ocean breeze.

It's not about how hard it is to get too though
But how easy it is to forget.
Imagined weights placed and chains tie us
to mountainous molehills.
Reality draped in a trenchcoat of anxiety.

Still the mists do part more and more to this heartland archipelago.
and even when we can't find paradise
we know it's still there.
Although sometimes we do end up crashing into it.

It's not so bad.
Stranded in the metaphoric sand.
Standing on your solid ground
Has got me beaming.