ISLAND OF DREAMS

An island floats upon the sea;
and, in my dreams, it beckons me.
The seagulls cry and soft waves lap
on beach's sands and ocean's map.

Nary a soul finds respite here
as, on a raft, I draw quite near.
In solitude, I seek release
where troubles melt and wars do cease.

My mind shall find its solace here
where I can leave behind my fear.
Utopia’s sweet resting place
is where, in dreams, I choose to race.

With footprints left upon the sand,
awakening I leave this land.
But wait, there's sand between my toes!
From where it came, there stayed my woes.

In morning's light, I recognize
the peacefulness that dreamland buys.
A restful night, a pleasant dream...
as hope floats on my raft midstream.

Revised for Author’s Den, 5/15/07