Desert Island Solitude

A poem

Desert island solitude
A blessing to me
Escape from the city life
And the pressures that can be

Deep blue skies above me
‘Neath me powdered sand
Instead of fumes from factories
And concrete covered land

Scuba diving on the reefs
Waters clear and blue
Cocktails in the evening
Walking without shoes

My younger self dreamed of this
He called it paradise
Now It is but my daily life
In any other guise

What I never dreamed of
I never thought it true
This life could be bettered
But then I met you

Your hair blowing in the wind
The dimples in your cheeks
The mischief reflected in your eyes
When you turn your gaze on me

Laying here hand in hand
Peaceful as can be
No need to speak for comfort’s sake
Just staring out to sea

My desert island solitude
No more my singular place
Since you blessed me with your presence
My salvation by your grace

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