island (ii)

This was the island's ocean
a place I used to sail
tried to head out further
but was to no avail

This was the island's view
made of brick and stone
rising with each day, inside
I kidded it was home

This was the island's entrance
rusted locks, discarded keys
an undiscovered palace
new rooms, same me

This was the island's beacon
fire siren for the keen
fooling many people
and unsettling my routine

These are the island's seas
through which I dive in dreams
shifting rocks from my bloodstreams
ready for help now, if you please

This is the island's door
allowed some strangers in
then realised they were family
didn't know what this might bring