Something here I can't explain,
the birds or the mango tree.
The noon sun covering half of me,
or is it the breeze, cool as the sea.
Readers, two and three,
a writer above them feels,
of a far-off island paradise,
world at peace, love all around.
Left rise archived red-stones,
amidst a jungle: The swaying leaves.
A field trip to yester-tales,
portal opens to good old days.
Flag poles point north,
while the heart turns west.
Hard-wired to spread the wings,
this migrant's lost between seasons.
There goes peace for a toss,
a worthless DJ, loud taste,
and the wake-up buzz,
what's missing - love or life?