My Treasure Island

by NightFlyer   Dec 31, 2010


Fair Luna of the midnight sky
Omniscient pearl that brightly gleams
From lofty heights, She rules on high
Bright sanctum of my deepest dreams.

Now gently stirs the summer breeze
As misty clouds go drifting by
A vision forms of distant seas
Beyond horizon's edge they lie.

To islands far, my spirit's drawn
To Malta, Cyprus, and Capri
The swirling currents lead me on
Toward ancient shores of mystery.

So sail, my schooner, cross the sea
And make our way, Gibraltar-bound
On wayward winds of reverie
My treasure island will be found.

by Night Flyer (c) 2010

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  • 13 years ago

    by kelleyana

    Through your poem, you have taking my mind to all those island. Just last week i return from the caribbean, and i can tell you that, to be away from home in an island and taste different foods, talk with it's people and simple enjoy it's beauty seems like a paradise. These people no matter what, i notice that their faces wears smiles whenever they meet someone. It's just a joy of living where no time for stress. Well done love it, kel.

  • 13 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Sounds like a lovely place to go to, where the heart will float in happiness..as always your writes are a pleasure to read :)

  • 13 years ago

    by Cindy

    I hope you win the lottery Randy :)

  • 13 years ago

    by NightFlyer

    Thank you for all of your comments!!! This poem indicates my life-long dream to visit the Mediterranean and its wonderous islands. My first choice, if I ever win the lottery would be a month long Mediterranean cruise.

  • 13 years ago

    by Cindy

    Randy
    Once again your magical pen takes the reader on an adventure through your mind. I can invision the moon lighting the waters as your boat goes where it will. Leading you on to beautiful islands in the sea.

    To islands far, my spirit's drawn
    To Malta, Cyprus, and Capri
    The swirling currents lead me on
    Toward ancient shores of mystery.

    I love the swirling currents taking you where they want. A mystery waiting to be seen

    So sail, my schooner, cross the sea
    And make our way, Gibraltar-bound
    On wayward winds of reverie
    My treasure island will be found.

    Loved the ending and I know one day you will find your treasure island.
    excellent job!
    Love Cindy