Drums beat,
Heart beat,
The dark moon
Hangs overhead.
The Wind blows.
The palm tree
sways on the
beaches edge.
My mountain island
protect me from
the world.
The tree says,
hold me close
to the shore forever,
Drums stop,
reaching down,
Lower than before,
Drums start,
feeling warm,
warm my heart,
Island you are
my shell,
Forever safe.
Winds blow and
batter me
but I withstand
the bitter blows,
I hold contained
and sanctified
in this place
I call my own.
My Island Home .
