Waves reach for land,

unsure whether to stay or to go.

Its population of isolation

engrained in its golden shore.


Hushing in the trees

comforts the silence.

A veil of salted mist

filters the ocean’s penance.


How can such a place exist,

let alone survive?

The incantation of your imagination

was missing an island sunrise.


John Reyes View All →

"A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure." ~Charlie Chaplin

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