The Dark Island

(For Anthony)

When we go dearest
To the faraway-land –
Soft music will sing us
Along the shores of the dark island –
We’ll call the island home or love
Or God – no devils there, only you
Stroking my hair and me kissing
Your fingers –
Our poems will be songs for the gulls –
Heather will bind our lips with mountain-air
And cares will drop into the sea –
Lost forever – we’ll dance – skip
To our tune and a haze of gold
Will circle our island days –
When we go to the faraway-land –
Your black-thoughts will turn
To silver-bells, that you can hang
Around my ears –
I’ll sport your ring
And love you till death –
Ride to the dark island with me –
Where wild passions will
Rule our nights –
And sleep is but to wake to love
Near all that’s free –
All the gods allow on Earth –
Fresh, pure wind –
And rain across our skins –
Above us a sky of stars
With our love its sun –
Come my dearest to
The faraway-land – come.

Shänne Sands, Moonlight on Words. FootSteps Press 2011

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