Desert Island Dreaming
by cricketjeff on November 12, 2019. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
On a lone deserted island, by a lazy blue lagoon
Made of planks of sun bleached driftwood shining whitely at the Moon,
There’s a comfortable cabin where a sailor spends his days
Chasing dreams he’s half forgotten through a warm romantic haze.
On the beach where he relaxes eating oysters filled with pearls
Lies the reason he remains there, the most beautiful of girls
With a voice that’s full of laughter crowned by yards of flame red hair
And she teases him with glimpses of a life he longs to share.
Long ago he lost his shipmates in a storm that smashed their boats
Then he drifted through the ocean holding anything that floats
When she found a broken plaything she could shepherd to her shore
He’d walk tall and praise her beauty till the ends of evermore
Late at night she dives serenely to her ocean-bottom bed
And her very willing captive joins her there inside his head
Author notes
Fourteen lines of rhyme with deep sea and a siren
English