Abides Some Little Continent Poem by james watkin

Abides some little continent
Some high-walled anchorage for us.
(Where is berthed Time's impetus) .
Abides some little continent -
Privacy's isled garden-range
On a capriciousness a-float
Of a millenia's sea-change.

Treasures of aquamarine views
Hoarded on a pink-bricked terrace.
(Intermixed with your eyes' trace):
Treasures of aquamarine views -
Seascapes with edging of palm tree
Dug out of sands of foreseen time
Like something under lock and key.