Assisi: An Online Journal of Arts & Letters Volume 4, Issues 1 & 2 | Page 57

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KUSUMITA P. PEDERSEN

TO AN ISLAND
My eyes hunger for your green,
My ears for the sound of water.
My fingers long to touch your moss,
My palms to feel your rough granite,
My cheek your bark, grey and brown,
My feet to press your gravel paths.
Let me breathe in the air
That the trees out-breathe.
Let me drink pure water
From your hidden spring,
Clear and cold, stone-surrounded,
Deep in your woods where
Sunlight falling through leaves
Pervades the space of silence.

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