The Island
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The Island

by Jim Metcalf

In youth, I dreamed of sailing ships
and voyages to unknown places.

I dreamed I'd say farewell to all I knew;
goodbye, to things familiar.

Then I'd set out to sea one day
and go where the winds would blow me;
through storm and calm and sun and starlight
dancing on the midnight blue of oceans.

And the wind would sing its songs to me
and tell me of a golden island,
where only peace and beauty were;
a place where I could spend my days
when I grew tired of roaming.

But, now I know, if there is an isle of gold,
I need not travel far to find it;
I know, if it exists at all,
it's here....somewhere within me.