Islands

They tell me there are islands
basking like the carefree
somewhere beneath the sun
but maybe they are fantasies
grown meaningful by need
or a dream past the midnight hour
that disappears at dawn.

And is that island lonely
for the rise and collapse
of peace and tranquillity
or does it level out itself
and remain in constant harmony
with its surroundings?

But I know of no island
not surrounded by the sea
that changes from a state of grace
to one of righteous anger
and so of islands they must be
plain and simply just like me!