DECEIT OF FATE

An island 
Held in the arms of the sea 
So lovingly 
Buffeted by the waves 
From the same water 
Wearying its shores 
Endlessly 

With nothing to turn to 
Nowhere to go 
It is a beautiful prison 
Of destiny 
While its agonizing heart 
Will always wonder 
If the tides come in hugs 
Or in swamping floods 
Playing a bitter-sweet symphony 

.....and the tears mingle with rain 
In rivulets 
Of heartbreaking irony. 

MS