Safe Harbor

In my thoughts there floats an island tranquil, warm That is sometimes sunny, sometimes sweet with rain Sound, the harbor that's my refuge thru each storm Where my hopes, like flowers, bloom to ebb the pain Through the darkest gloom, that shelter will transform All my nightmares, grim, 'til naught but dreams remain When I yearn to taste that breeze and count its sighs I'll hoist each day's cares and gently ... close my eyes. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "April 2019 Premiere 3 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 3rd Place ~ in the "My Place Multi-Part Easter Prizes" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor. (Syllables 11/line, counted @ HowManySyllables.com.)