The Islands of the Sun

step through.

A thousand days upon the Islands of the Sun,
The fun of kickin' it like I do,
Finally the grind of a mind wondering
What else it'll be up to.

And you, there with me, still a little bleary,
After the days that you slept in,
And slept in, and slept in, and slept in,
Hard to begin the sinuous rigorous of the day,
Cafe-o-lait in hand and that paperback
Perpetually picked up at pg 47 and
Forgotten at 64;

You wonder what may happen when the character
Opens that door,
But not enough to stall the sleep
That never really leaves your eyes, love.

This is our lives, love, and ain't it grand,
On the sands of the islands of the sun;

The fun of never trying, always sighing,
Someday dying with all the passing fanfare
Of one who has dropped their car keys,
Wondering if the wonderer ever did open
That door,

And never even guessing that the brilliance
On the other side,
Is more beautiful in an instant,
Than a thousand lifetimes on the islands of the Sun.

Author's Note

for the spoken word experience, this can be viewed read by myself on Youtube @

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p6Cd_ewHVdY&feature=youtu.be