I will sail to Island of Lulu
by Jazlle D. H.
for there I will not be blue.
I shall have there some serenity
away from a busy crowded city.
There days and nights I hear the sea water
sloshing with low sound like an angel's prayer.
At night the fish dance beneath the moon
as the gentle sea breeze croon.
The rushing waves keep splashing on the shore
like a lover wants to wash away the sore.
I shall go now and cherish the place
the quietest cozy nest I like to pace.
Till the dusk my soul would love to see
an awesome haven my heart wants to be.
14th October 2008