An Island Unbound

 
Wistful are late summer eves
congrats, no oven muffins
just some wine and summertime
last moments having supper.

Not easy to appreciate
romance on a list
but summer rolls around
again for another kiss.

Put it on the shelf a bit
take care of other things
mastering complexity
autumn, winter, spring.

Let silk and curves grow
in the mind, explore
the ways of lost.

Don't write and promise
simply wait

till table, date, come around.

Perhaps the twenty-third of June
next year, the island
town.

Where emerald seas
do soul weaving
no thread ever undone.

Sitting at the same table
waiting several hours
past the time was planned
Oh know,

he may be homeward bound.

Then the evening, opened doors
the surf is up, well timed
full moon upon a well made bed
and two

have gone inside.

Unbound island paradise
secret place to go,
as refugees from heaven,
remember their old home.