The Island

Kerry Valkyrie Baldock Kelly

Air rushes past my face as the iron bird disappears, visual panorama, 
Of sapphire, emerald and gold the dream of a life we once did behold.

My hand clutches the cord. Fear forces my grip, 
As the world rushes beneath me, 
Memories do mar and excruciatingly strip. 

Last year we did here meet, across the vast azure sea,
And under the shade of the imported palm trees. 

We did lie on the sand and bathe in the deep, 
Warm sea breezes and the children at our feet.
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