Saturday, September 20, 2014

They Will Take My Island

by Natalee Caple 

They Will Take My Island 
They trundle in before it is light 
And for the sake of sweet idleness will 
Take pillows and make from the shadows those boats 
That float to me by sandbars of dreaming my 
Island of kisses and waves like the banners they 
Make out of flowers and this is my 
Island my life now I sail towards the flower of their 
Wills I dream the aromas of paint and of clay 
We become one 
All my past 
That young body that yearned around 
Spikes of hard longing it 
And it sings