Muted moonbeams drift through vaporous clouds,
While gecko songs mesh with the soft click of palms.
Awash in the gentle susurration of waves’ persuasion,
The island breezes encourage me to let go…relax.
No pressure here, no hustle and hurry,
No scamper and scurry,
On “island time”.
Simply hang loose and flow.
The scent of exotic, tropical orchids,
Mixed with the lush green of giant, verdant ferns.
The bright flicker of numerous birds in the brush,
Calls from long-forgotten conchs and steady drums…
All convince me that I,
Have finally found my way home,
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2006
Someday, I’ll get back there and once more find that kind of peace and serenity