Island Soul ©

Island soul,
a glimpse of gold behind
low clouds -
against the flanks of
your mountain
my eyes travel, caught
by the claws, white
gentle waves in
rising tide.
Basalt, kiss, salt,
spirit aroused.
I shared breakfast
with an otter entwined in
kelp; my soul flew out towards
eagles, pierced by
their cry,
my heart feels home.
Bathed in the warmth of each sunset,
I share my dream with
a grey seal,
silent,
solemn,
on rocky shore -
pied reflections freeze on
water.
In darkest night I call your name,
when northern wind
begins to blow -
this voice,
my sail,
engulfs all fears,
a thousand storms;
I imagine your smile & face,
I feel at home.