The Islands

The desert sun is shinin’ down on me and you,

no, it ain’t the Islands, but it will have to do.

No palms and no ocean, just cholla and mesquite,

but I’ve got a notion, our life is pretty sweet.

The waves are not crashing, upon a sandy beach,

but blessings we are stashing, within a lover’s reach.

Forget about the Islands, the desert is our home,

in your eyes are diamonds, there’s no need to roam.

LDT Jan 22, ‘22

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