Green Island
By Ralph G. Lam 2002 ©2002 R.Lam
My spirit…
…sails on a broken arrow
not so far away, my heart is beating
on another shore.
So too another memory deeply locked away,
And high above the thunder speaks no more.
We have seen it all before…lights…a fire.
Then the flames will rest at last, we…to retire.
Waves lap a crystal slogan
Meeting with the sand, and looking down I see a greenish hue.
Onto a greater island, yet a greater land,
A mountain top provides a better view.
Still…a certain melody hovers closer to a real and more serene.
Now…you can see everything, and still the grass has turned a deeper green.
So there is a certain something locked into our hearts,
And we will find a way on through the storm.
A moments notice is all that we will need, and where were
The grass is crushed and worn.
