Lost at Sea

My room is a private island all to me

That harbors lush jungle and vibrant blooms 

I retreat to my island to bask in the sunlight

laying on plush fields of pillows

that protect me from any danger that looms

My room is a calm hideaway in the middle of the stormy sea

It speaks to me

like a proud flag that, in the wind, billows

And guides the weary traveler when faced with endless blue

My room is a lighthouse, shining in the indigo night

that sparkles over emerald swirling waves, reflecting

It has only one resident who settles in it’s security

Guarded from harm by the unbowed daylight