Indigo Islands

Darker than lead, waters drift from the beach,

Through oceans of strife, longing for distant shores.

In blues and in grays, indigo islands they reach.

To whom would it matter, and why would they dare?

Till when would it reach one, till when would it call?

On lands such as this one, on shores beyond reach.

Fronds way above me, tease swaying in mirth.

Gods shine above me in distance and rhyme,

Flickering softly, will they answer this time?

Days upon days, it’s the nighttime that falls.

So quickly, the darkness, so quick to the skin.

Encompassed in shadow, escape from within.

To see is believing, this sea and this shore.

As moonlight’s revealing - prints left in the sand.

I gather my senses, too real to ignore.

Stars spin fast above me, my senses take leave,

I follow the footsteps into the dark night,

Toward sweet sirens calling, to depths out of sight.