Sailing Island Part 1

Im sailing
On my own little island
My litle rock of sand and trees
I sail it
Through trecherous waters
And salty seas
I sail it
where no other island should go
Through illegal waters
And to lands with magic trees
My little island
It lives for the present
Ignores the past
And molds the future
Its path is torn and twisted
Its direct and logical
It chimes
With the sounds of stars
Brushing against each other
Lost in the cosmic dust
They snort in through their craters
My little island
It races through the world like the wind
And strolls over the land like a walk in central park
I lay back on my sandy beach
The stars fill the waves and chrash to the shore
Comets cut through the black vail
And tears fall from the gash thats left

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©