Island of the Tropic Moon

Sweet island of the tropic moon Who could paint a dream as this Believe a sky could be so blue Or know a place, like this exists Where gold reflects the ocean sky, Sweet island of the tropic moon We come to you where breezes kiss And passion fills a heart with bliss Where ancient palms could sing and sigh I had not heard a wind could hum Or breezes too, could play a tune Or birds could wear a rainbow hue Beneath your moon, a sandy cove My passion came, and turned to love And left me warm and worry free Along the rise and falling waves All cares are gone, they’ve blown away Into the mist and distant seas ~ For Gail Doyle's Contest By Carrie Richards 2/15/12