Isle of Enchantment

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Isle of Enchantment

Give me a wooden boat;  
One that barely floats,
And I’ll sail off 
to that other land
of burning sand.
Where no one knows 
not me.
I’ll arrive by open sea 
before the waning moon
arises --
O’er the deep lagoon.
I perceive the waving fronds
of scattered pinnate palms; 
A-waiting o’ so calm, 
For me -- 
Yes, just for me.
Let me rest -- a little while
on that enchanted isle --
So peaceful 
to behold
in its myriads of gold.
I’ll sleep still -- 
Into the rising of the dawn;
Awaken to the far off sound
of a chattering sicklebill.
My thirst I’ll bring
to that quivering
inland spring; 
Born from greenery hills
Standing high 
into the blue;
I’ll sit and wait - 
Wait only just for you.
Come now - my maiden fair;
Feel me, see me, in the air
I am here -- 
This solitary man;
Who needs but only you
to soothe 
my state of being,
And make me alive;
Once more...again.

Give me a wooden boat;  
One that barely floats,
And I’ll sail off 
to that other land
of burning sand.
Where no one knows 
not me.

I’ll arrive by open sea 
before the waning moon
arises --
O’er the deep lagoon.
I perceive the waving fronds
of scattered pinnate palms; 
A-waiting o’ so calm, 
For me -- 
Yes, just for me.

Let me rest -- a little while
on that enchanted isle --
So peaceful 
to behold
in its myriads of gold.
I’ll sleep still -- 
Into the rising of the dawn;
Awaken to the far off sound
of a chattering sicklebill.

My thirst I’ll bring
to that quivering
inland spring; 
Born from greenery hills
Standing high 
into the blue;
I’ll sit and wait - 
Wait only just for you.

Come now - my maiden fair;
Feel me, see me, in the air
I am here -- 
This solitary man;
Who needs but only you
to soothe 
my state of being,
And make me alive;
Once more...again.

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poett commented on Isle of Enchantment

01-02-2013

Nice romantic poem. Its so great when someone makes us feel alive just by loving us... Love is so amazing ;)

gogant

01/02/2013

You're a true sweetheart, poett. Thanks for the kind words.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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