On the island of love
I feel lost in wilderness
Of everlasting happiness.

Amidst shrubs and torns
That prick reminders of my flaws
I feel the guilt of Adam in Eden.

I feel the branches of Everest trees
Pointing cold fingers of blame
At my lame plea for forgiveness.

In doubt,
Do I remain marooned
Waiting for your ship.
Take me back home: your arms.

Send me a rescue, Oh Love
So I sail back to your heart.

©Lansah Lawrence
Feb. 2017


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