Island. We are an island.
Of love. Of togetherness. Of promise.
Surrounded by distance
From intruders. From vagaries of life.
From the spinning of time.
I wonder if we can function in a bubble
And not ask for a ferry or two
Of intrusion. Of vagueness. Of time slipping through.
Of a hand extended in friendship,
to want to care, a care that I don’t want spared
Island. I wish we could stay an Island.
Not worrying of ferries coming through
With goodies. With love. With so much more
Island. I would love to stay in a bubble.
Of you and I and our Island shored.