No Man's Islands

Like cold marble statues stiff as vague mixtures of alcohol that stings of spirits, cheap as famished souls. Once were unique and proud, now the vanishing isles! A struggle to keep adrift to face the blue sky vast and unyielding, matching that deep Pacific Ocean. Hear us now gagging on driftwood and rising waters. Peaceful seas of dreams where dancing bonitos circle canoes,surfing freely cruising with yellow fins in oceans of fun. Now hear chokes of sinking feelings and sirens lamenting restless souls. As sea sprays watered eyes in contrition someone changed the climate in Iceland and desert storms rampaged our islands. Rumblings of constipated volcanoes longing for release but now stifled by solar shields torn by man's greed. As I float amongst the beaches of ghostly Polynesian islands, the reefs cry out in protest as navigation comes full circle, back to 'hawaiki' our 'once was seen' home of origin, a failed quest reiterating the original theme of a people that "once upon a time" existed now once again A no man's islands.