Wish Upon A Cay

I've always wished to live on an island. No problem with sacrificing deceit and shallow dialogue for the song of gull and sanity bowls of lye and cold for pans of warmth the soothing sand The details to be worked at a later date. Older now, I can see the dream emerging from the waves. my winged circle shrinks to a point of decay love fades and hope shuffles away. Careful what you wish for old man a wish may blossom into a grave.