White Island of Grace
Ivory island, gloriously gold,
sands of silver, frothing foam,
distantly daring, temptingly tame,
isolation intriguing, alone ashamed.
Nestled the night, sailing sheets pound,
seagulls shriek, silently they sound,
longing embrace, craving the kiss,
tis’ his one desire, that he does miss.
Pictures painted, canvas creations,
ink, embroidery, imagination employs,
giving generously, hoping happily,
a lone albatross, prayerfully patient.
© 2010 Randolph D. Brown, Jr
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