My Azorean island

Written for one island girl at the behest of another.

                                 
From an island you came forth, and an island you are. 
In the vast ocean of my being you remain a waypoint to steer for.
A safe refuge when the storms of life send waves to break my tiny vessel.
But this castaway can always find shelter in the placid embrace of your harbor.
I sleep in the warm sands of your beaches.
Your birds sing songs of love to lift my weary spirit.
Your flora bares forth fruit to feed my hungry soul.
When I am replenished I set sail again for the horizon.
Do not weep sweet rock of mine I shall always return to your shores.
Your trees have built my ship.
Your food has built my bones.
Your beauty has built my heart.
I am of you, I am from you, and will always be for you.