Dreaming Of You

On New Years Day dreaming of the Virgin Islands.

The soft breezes blow through me

The fragrance enters my body and spreads

I see the palm leaves shinning green

White sands beneath me warming

Blue waters glisten reflecting back to the sky

Moisture in the air quenches my skin

Petals of the flower wink at my Heart

The Sea birds are calling, free, free, free

Soft clouds wisp across the sky and mix

The assure blue sky softens the day

The sound of the waves are a rhythmic call

The children's voices laughing on the beach

The sun twinkles off the rise of the wave

The black rocks hold space along the sandy shore

The plants are alive with the energy of this place

The Sea is teaming with colors of fish and coral

The Ebb and the Flow rocks you, calming you down

The Mystery of the Island pulls at your strings

The Haunting is there as you walk through the ruins

From the hill you see the children all in a row

St Thomas, Tortola, Jost Van Dyke, Virgin Gorda

Separated by a beautiful band of blue

A blend of greens and blues with mists of white thrown in

Beautiful the sight to look upon from the ruin

My mind drifts off to the days of Black Beard and Blue Beard

Treasure Island it is for sure, far greater than those held in a trunk

Are your treasures for the children who find their way here

To bask in your sunshine, to play in your seas

To play for the first time in this Caribbean Sea

To sail on your fair winds, to put in on your shore

To lay on your beaches, to discover on their own

The hidden treasures of Caribbean Lore