Lake Isle of Dreams There’s something magical about an island on a lake A transient mooring, free to float adrift in space and time To these small worlds we’re drawn to seek respite from deep heart-ache Where peace rings soft and clear as from a distant belfry chime I will embark on one such isle, cast off and drift down stream Past field and village town and city, estuary and coast On placid sea an unplanned course, the voyage of a dream Where time no more confines me, as an autocratic host Yet would this timeless interval of blissful freedom pall And other wants within our souls resurface bringing yearning For challenges, the drama, games, the richness of it all The respite: chance to breath, before reality’s returning So let us have our islands, free from all demands and strife Then having caught our breath, make land to face this world and life