Islands in Life’s Stream

I stood and watched the gentle stream as it grew more turbulent it would seem It wound its way through mounds of earth that caught its essence, caught its birth It caught its current and made it run ever faster to towards the sun

After the splendor of an autumn day with the sun warming softly the golden hay The smell of fires in distant trances gives way to love and fall romances

There comes that time of season when earth paints itself for a reason A royal event to ponder

A regal occasion from which to wander

The smells of autumn entice me and fill my soul with a warm vision of yester morrow A place in which I can stand, looking forward and to the back 

Blending time with memory and savoring the essences of future past

What do I see in the ether, what spells have I conjured from my life as teacher Perhaps only snapshots of yesterday, today or tomorrow

And yet maybe a painting of eternity and sorrow

Once I walked on grass and clay but today I tread on pebbles of silver as they lay And yet the streets of gold still hold me to my humble past

While exploring the magic future that has been cast

Yesterday I meet a golden boy who told me tales of wonder and joy Ever filling my mind with splendorous light

While giving me sustenance and shinning through my long dark night

So what of the islands and what of the streams that divides our energies and gives us the seeds? Their constant presence in our perfect world Give credence and stature to our every word

So here's to the islands in the streams

And here's to their waters, here's to their dreams

May they forever exist to give us the energy of a lover’s first kiss?