OUR ISLAND

Picture thee an endless sea,
in which an island ours would be.
Off deepest blue to gaze upon,
the whitest strands to walk along.

With forests dancing in the breeze.
A meadow loud with honey bees,
and birds to greet the day with song,
with cloudless skies all summer long.

The highest peaks a crest with snow,
a waterfall to swim below.
A full moon smiling every night.
A flowerbed to rest our eyes.

Wild horses we could ride all day,
a silver stream to sail away.
A dream this sweet could never be,
if thou would not be here with me.