Topic: The Island Flower
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Wed 10/14/09 04:17 PM
Edited by TelephoneMan on Wed 10/14/09 04:20 PM
The Island Flower
by Telephoneman (composed, April 4th, 2006)

Far from here, but yet very close, there is an island where lives my flower
Beautiful Princess, steals me heart, my thoughts, the petals of which I even see in my dreams
Drifting, flowing toward that Pacific retreat, away from the mainland, and toward a light I see
On the island, it shines both day and night, whenever I find the aroma, the scent
It is a sweet smelling fragrance, that takes my mind to another place,
As it drifts in and out of my being, it is like the lilac, or the rose, it captures me

I would be tempted to simply run to the ocean, and jump in the sea, and swim for all that I am worth
Because the flower I see, the flower I have found would be there on that island when I get there
Waves may surround my body, but I would fight them off, nothing could prevent me from pursuing every stroke
First left then right, then left again as my determination would carry me across the whitecaps
Through the timezones, passed the islands where my flower does not live, and merely the beauty
Of that beautiful flower, would be my compass, as at times I might drift and rest, and then continue on

Or perhaps I should sell every possession that I have, yes, for every material thing I would gladly sell
Sell it all so that I could buy a boat that I could row to where my island flower lives
Because the waves would not harm me, in fact I would command them to help
And the winds I would command as well, to help push this boat toward the scent that I can breathe in,
Across this continent of land, over the high, high mountains, toward that place where will find rest for my heart
My heart that needs the savory aroma of this beautiful flower, her touch, her taste, her every life sense

When I get to the island, be it by boat, or by swimming, or by walking on water if I need to learn how,
I have no doubt that the flower will be there on the shore, just inside the waves, just inside the vegetation of that island
Standing, her petals offered so gently out to me, beautiful, gentle, natural, flower, my heart would find it's heal
For several moments I would only be able to stand, heart beating in my chest, warm island sun on my back and arms
Gazing at the flower I had come so far to see, letting her beauty penetrate my eyes, my soul, penetrate my heart
Allowing me to know, with no doubt whatsoever, that my journey was a success

I would only have to whisper, "my flower, come to me" and she would melt at my voice, at the intent of my heart
And I would create for her a garden, a beautiful, beautiful garden to match the aroma that she gives to me
And I would be her gardener, watching over her, watching out for everything she needs, nourishing her soul
That we two would live a long life on the island, together my flower and I, all the days of the rest of our lives
Be it twenty, or thirty, or even fifty more years, let them be lived out on that island with the scent of my flower
I would give everything I have, everything I have ever saved or created in life, to call this flower mine.....

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Wed 10/14/09 10:53 PM
Edited by TelephoneMan on Wed 10/14/09 10:56 PM
FWIW/FYI...

I wrote this poem to a woman I met on the Internet, of whom I became very fond of, and her of I, she was on the island of Guam, 3,500 miles west of Hawaii. Thinking she was the "one"... I boarded a jet plane and flew 9,000 miles from Michigan to Guam to meet her.

We decided to remain friends and never did have a relationship out side of friendship, howbeit I am sure we both still adore each other. She is now married to a wonderful man, and we still write once in a great while. And from the writing of this poem, which I sent to her just before coming to visit, until now, I still call her "My Island Flower."

I wrote her a series of poems... the next one is posted here as well, called "Swimming".... then I wrote one called "Flying"... they both were written to her... and originally sent to her via e-mail.

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Wed 10/14/09 11:08 PM
Other poems in this series:

The Island Flower
http://mingle2.com/topic/show/251086

On A Quiet Night
http://mingle2.com/topic/show/251087

Swimming
http://mingle2.com/topic/show/251090

Flying
http://mingle2.com/topic/show/251143

Healing Hands
http://mingle2.com/topic/show/251144