I'm trapped in a postcard
A view of perfection
Every day a testament
To this island oasis,
Its effortless beauty spilling over
Irrepressible
Yet from inside the frame I cannot
Grasp it, make real contact
With its features
When my mind is stalled
On the memory of your smile
The grace of your limbs
The stars that I saw
Reflected in your eyes
Alone, the world falls flat
Even when it's at my feet
For the taking
It lacks colour, texture,
Even the salt of the ocean breeze
Tastes bitter on my tongue
What ungrateful agony it is
Being unable to unwrap
The gift of each day
When my spirit is halved,
Unrequited
While distant ships stretch brilliant
White sails, gliding as if a dream
Over turquoise glass
My own ship is sunk, wrecked
In the harbour rotting with
The barnacles and urchins
After years of adrift finally
Settling to the bottom,
Unseaworthy
Perhaps one day you'll
Set sail
Hoist your colours
Tying a scarlet ribbon
To the mast for me to see
And come drifting into this
Rocky harbour
You know I'd race down
To the beach and meet
You there
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