Healing Island

 

 

I sit in candle light

Thinking up a rhyming storm

Wondering of the meaning

As my minds thoughts form

 

Once a thick black shadow

Now becomes a lark

So much has become pleasure

The words don’t seem as stark

 

I have found a mischief maker

Who likes to laugh it seems

A running four foot playmate

I turn the pages in my dreams

 

The beach murmurs of white sand

Don’t let the thought of sharks give you grief

We can play and frolic in the waves

For beyond there lies a reef

 

A tiger named sweet grass

Sits upon a couch his own

He is one of my guardians

Don’t worry about the teeth he’s shown

 

Tabatha the panther

There up in the trees

Will try to hypnotize you

She is such a tease

 

The wind will sing to lull you

Of that you can be sure

Let go of all that happened before

And you will have found the cure

 

This is my healing island

You can come at any time

Just make sure to awaken

When you hear the chime

Reviews

[Stacey Watts]

Very beautiful primal piece. Nicley written with rich imagery. A true journey into a wonderful dream. Excellent job.

[cest la vie]

What a delightful, breezy read for me this evening home from work. Like a breath of fun, fresh air. your verses and rhymes are on point. Such a delight to read. The last stanza can almost be said in a soft whisper. Just lovely!!

Lynne

[Eagle Cruagh]

Memories !

Very well done

-----Eagle Cruagh

[Geminair]

oh my! wow,that is so deep and yet so playfully serious added to faves! even the font you have used conveys the emotion in that,thank you for sharing,its always good to have a playmate!