Lithe and willowy,
the charming insular
lies basking,
on the sun-kissed shores
of the middle sea;
She lies at dusk,
on the edge
of light and darkness,
with thoughts
taking flights of fancy;
Tradition, antiquity
emotive faith,
liberating thoughts
and stark modernity,
enriching her more
than treasure, money
or her worldly beauty;
Innate goodness
trashing the bias
and prejudice
of her origins
allowing her to see
the surrounding beauty
in the midst
of the pavement
and the mounting
cultural layers
piled on by history
The inspiring love
that so evidently
flows from her
is that for a higher being
of a higher plane...
for what is ideal
and truly beautiful
and right for this world
Is this inspring insular
a passing muse?
or an incomplete memory?
A destination? a sidetrip
or merely a product of my
tireless imagination,
a flight of my fancy?
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