Islands

my mind is made and multiplied

divided fine to override

the silent times i sit and sigh,

as diving deep, the tides arise,

with violence sweep the thoughts aside

to hidden keeps on coastal lines

where finer things reside on ice

like island wines we sipped with eyes

in sight of shores inclined to skies

before the final wave decides

these idle highs remain outside

while I am here, inside the lies.

• December 2025