Where the water looks like sky

The water’s reflection made it seem
like the island was floating upon a sky.
A carpet of grass glowed magnificent green,
and its shore undisturbed, less the boats sailing by.

The coolness licked my toes and my feet,
and the palm trees hugged me with shade.
There’s a man, tenacious, at the top of the beach,
reliant upon his traditional trade.

Back in my chalet, I rest alone,
lit by an attractive blue light.
I savour the moon, let it turn me to stone,
and lay down to sleep for my last island night.

Leaving by plane, I know in my heart
how I’d rather have said goodbye.
I wish I could leave upon an old wooden raft,
and dream my way home across this blue sky.

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