SITTING ON AN ISLAND IN THE SKY

Sitting on an island in the sky
Wiping my eyes to see through the clouds
Swimming outside the box aware
of the differences within the crowd.
The preferences seem to mystify
the relativity of the thinning air.
Sitting on an island in the sky
witnessing the hectic motions
waving through our substance.
Relaxing with the tropic breezes
helping my soul to pacify.
Easing down the damsel’s hair
flowingly rapturous as it teases
the imagination and personifies
the reception of felt emotions.
Sensing the excitability which enshrouds
the secrets of my mission.
Indulged in contemplation frees
my weaving of a dream in submission
to my internal sense somewhere, elsewhere.
My attention drifts with an abundance
of invention over the distant horizon
where I perceive beyond reluctance.
Receiving suggestions quite venturesome
explaining the wonders of my vision.
Extraordinary revelations are endowed
to inspire as I’m relishing this equilibrium.
Hovering above like a magician
fathoming the phenomena of solitaire
while sitting on the island in the sky.
Evolving my concepts of innocence
while projecting my philosophical petitions
as we flourish and suddenly revivify.
Expanding with burgeoning gardens
we will secure with an utmost care
the blossoming of compassion
although the world still hardens.
Sitting upon an island in the sky
as all propaganda disappears
exposing a prepared pandemonium.
Watching upon a viable screen
the manipulation of politicians.
Nevertheless comes a joyous chorus
of a heartrendering puppeteer
conveying laughter amongst children
as he washes away the troublesome.
Never losing sight of the humorsome
who lighten our hearts and intervene
to exhibit the necessity we endorse.
Gifting us with a miraculous release
suspending us as their thoughts appease.
Manifesting a harlequin so debonair
to glorify our lives and atmosphere.
Sitting on the island in the sky
prophesying a renewable intercourse
of communities where Apollo supervenes
showering us with meditative means
to conquer the misery of our doldrums.
Reawakening the vitality to diversify
our earthly existence and creative course
engulfing our spirits to be adventuresome.
Never yielding while accepting the unforeseen
and more probable intelligent discourse.
Listening with openness to clarify
inner voices with an intuitive way to convene.
Pleasingly reciting enticing passages between
reflection and peace devoid of morbid remorse.
Sitting on an island in the sky
observing sweet Pan so frolicsome
fluttering his flute so amazingly serene.
Incidentally appears a princess shy
plucking upon her ancient lute.
Glancing through orchards of nectarines
beholding Mother Nature’s butterfly
once a caterpillar beneath a root.
An outrageous contrast to we homo-sapiens
crawling like ants in a bodysuit.
Relieve us from the mundane
and bring our souls to purify
the senselessness of this ghastly routine.
Salvaging our attributes to multiply
acquiring an emblem of the sane.
Arousing a pleasantly new frontier
evoking the perfect specimen.