Every morning I sail to my Island,
My Island where reality is different.
There is peace and love,
Laughter and joy,
It never fails to enthral me.
I step onto the shore knowing
Knowing that all is well
As the sound of Music enthrals me,
Enthrals my body, mind and soul.
It could be the beauty of Brahms,
The melancholy of Chet,
The glory of Mozart,
The power of The Bird.
It could be Johnny,
Johnny Walkin’ the Line,
But I know it will be there,
All the Music I enjoy
As I sit down to read,
To read and write Poetry
On My Island,
My Island of Words and Music
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: All of my mornings start like this.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
A fine write. There's an Island on a River I know in my home town, now made accessible. It was previously all closed off.
Thanks Orchi.
An island we all want to enter and get the blessings of music so well here described. A lovely read.
Thanks Fay it is a great place to be.
Exquisite beautiful places indeed. love this one ,Goldfinch60.
Thank you Kevin much appreciated.
very welcome my freind.
Sounds like a very lovely island!
Thank you WBL, it is and I have reached it again this morning.
You have been an exemplary and visionary poet, a great leader who has dedicated his life to the service of humanity. I appreciate and treasure how you have enlightened me.
Thank you Lamar. Much appreciated.
Sounds celestial this island of yours. Nice write
It is, thank you Dave.
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