Island

Sing your song
oh gentle breeze
chant along
you ocean seas.
Raise it high
you broken leaves
among these great
and flowering trees.
Rivers laughing
hearts cascading
over passing
your masquerading.
Grasses wave
their greeting here
silvery grey and
bluish green
pressing down
beneath your feet.
Sunlight beaming
patterns teasing
the mountain dreaming
deep these things.
Stones to tower
high above
climb among
the growing flood of
wild ivy
up the wall
clings to hide
the ancient portal
there to stay
for travelers sake
who come from
lands so far away
to seek the sum
this island yields.
But silence shrouds
this mystery
and no more now
do men come seek.
The land now whispers
these as dreams,
only now
beckoning.