Dear One

I sit a million miles away where the roses grow, my old soul forgiving your unkind words in the past you spoke, under the moonlight and stars a million regrets, you whisper in my ear, I am paddling onwards to the actual Moon my dear,she whispers, maybe that's your destination too she sings in his ear yet I must hurry as the Moon only shines for so long and your pondering heart has much to learn about this passenger, I'm strong.. Time does move on dear heart and we must all see what the future brings as love is adrift on an island and beckons to be seen and heard. Time will tell on my new Island yet that is not for you to worry about, that is my Island.