You have honored me
with your poetry
Island Girl.

Though I have never been,
I long, now, to return again
with you.

The islands of my soul
Are in the land of midnight Sol,
like yours, “sen”.

Dansk, or Norsk,
or tropical, we were forced
back to the desert.

So when the waves lap on distant shores,
and you hear my voice in it, and I yours,
maybe we can go, together,

And discover the islands
and the true homelands
of our soul and heart.

Just you and me,
Island Girl.