Island Of Dreams And Secrets Poem by Shaun Cronick

I know a dreaming island,
A place of whispering trees.
Whose winding lanes are haunted still,
By songs of murmuring seas.

A place of crystal mornings,
Of blue washed sea and sky.
Of scented dusk at evening time,
With golden moon on high.

And those green island pathways,
That lead up hill and down.
Will turn by farm and forest land,
To many a sleepy town.

Oh my little isle of dreaming,
Protecting secrets your hidden role.
You fill your hands with peace,
And lay your fingers on my soul.