My Island Dream

My Island Dream

By Paul McCann

Summer time in the sunshine ,

magic’s in the air ,

I’m drifting  far away to a hideaway somewhere .

Birds fly in the blue sky

and no one hears  the sound

in the silence I found , on my island dream  .

I feel the healing deep

and my mind starts to chill

on the ease of a breeze .

The sands of time stand still ,

with exotic food and life  is good .

The coast is clear and the shores agleam,

all  around here on my island dream

My island dream is the perfect place to be ,

where seagulls hide on the  the high tide out at  sea.

On my island dream footsteps are  taken

before you awaken from  my  island dream  ..

My dreams have all been caught  ,

life has brought me to this place ,

its only fitting that these words I’ve written on my face

are something no one has seen

of what’s been given when you/re living

everyday here on  my island dream.

My island dream is the perfect place to be ,

where seagulls hide on the  the high tide out at  sea.

On my island dream footsteps are  taken

before you awaken from  my  island dream  ..

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