My Island... *****

My Island...


There you are, my lovely
I'll never do things, by halves
Look through, photos if so inclined...
Might I write, a poem!
We'll see!
Am writing a book, an autobiography
Really am trying...
Except, my brain, won't let me.
Has left me, drained, spent
Emotionally, physically and psychological
Wish I could snap out, and just get on
About me my life, where, I've sprouted from
Where my roots lie...
My Madeira, my home, the spring,
where I was born...
My little paradise, on heaven, or earth...
Roots run deeply, within me!...
My island's very beautiful,
It's where the flowers grow...
It's called the pearl, of the Atlantic
Don't you know!! 
They, call it the Isle, of flowers
That much, it's true...
With, green coasts, tumbling down, to the seas
Coming across, awesome, scenery's
Foraging exploring, every little nook, and crannies
The waterfalls, the levadas, the beautiful flowering trees
The steepest mountain, crevices, precipices
Making your hair stand on end!
The Oleander, Hibiscus Poinsettia and Datura
To name a few...
The Bougainvillea, over every river
And every wall, that you see...
The colours, the diversity of colour, mesmerisingly
The agapanthus, Estrelicias, better know
As birds of paradise...
A symphony, of colours, the hydrangeas by the roadside
Pleasing my eyes, Orchids and Anthuriums,
In every garden, you see a profusion, of colour
Attacking my senses, standing in awe!
With the scent, of the Eucalyptus
Intermingling, with the Pine and Acacia trees
The scent's in the air the scent, welcoming me
To a place, where I used to be, me!...
Echoing, through me a time, of innocence,
With Rose coloured glasses, enamoured I'd be
A dopamine, to my mind, registering
Echoing, within me, life was beautiful...
That life missing, without a care in that, world
Our little paradise, almost abandoned, I see
Happiness left the buildings, where once,
Light danced, in our eyes!
The music, song and dance and laugher, echoing
Now sadness exuding, from every orifice,
Every wall, shadows hiding, within...
But moving on...
Stretching, far and wide, a panoramic view
Enriching one's eyes, turbulence within, me
Abandoning, my defences my, senses
In turmoil, falling waterfalls!
From the very, depths of me...
Majestic, mountains reaching, for the skies
Like a gossamer veil, peeking through, the clouds     
Like a bride, on her wedding day...
The sun, like an aura crowning, her...
Have you ever been above, the clouds!
Not on, a plane,
But standing, on the highest peaks...
Stretching before you, a sea of clouds
The fluffiest clouds, you'd ever seen
Cotton wool clouds, cumulous clouds...
And the sun, glistening like a diamond way, above...
No better, sight to see,
Soaring above, as if beyond eternity.
Like a bird, you soar, dancing indolently
Taking one's breath, away,
Swaying, into infinity...
A magnificent panorama, before your eyes
Gods work in all his, magnificence...