THE ISLE OF THE BLESSED

THE ISLE. F THE BLESSED
What is this in my heart?
The dreams of long-days journey
With four legs as propellers
Through the coast and mountains
Along tracks betwixt screes
Should I swim through the swim or forest?
Each step of mine grow mountain
Unlike the earliest mortals
Will I live and not leave?
The cove appeared within me
A world of gigantic imaginations
Stood soldierly before me
Unmoved but metamorphosing
Sporadically like an egoist decision
The white crest are dancing
Towards the estuary, the cliff lies
In a green robe
Will I ever see it?, the feast
Of Lions and Men
And the white-robed creatures
Eulogizing the inventor of all
This is an isle, stream beneath it
And trees with their roots up
Will you EVER get there?