There’s an island
I feel in my dreams.
A safe current with abundant
sun, providing energy
without resistance.
An open front door
offers promise.
A bouquet of flowers sits
on a hallway table;
circling white fans refresh
incoming ocean breezes.
White sands
encourage me and waves
orchestrate a welcome.
I walk into the water as a
sailboat approaches.
I am moving over blue
transparency.
There’s nothing in the way
except morning and the sounds
nearby that awaken me.
Roger Singer 