​"Love is an Island"

 by Brian G. Daigle

Love is an island where all surrounding 
Mercy crashes on our shores. 

Breezes of laughter, sunrays of passion,
Contained and protected for our self-contained vitality. 

If anyone enters by sea or by air
On non-native ground they stumble. 

Immediately foreign to them is our language,
Unknown to them is our friendship's topography.  

The cities built from years of labor,
The native plants grown from soil more native,

These rocks of love formed by volcanic depth,
Ancient yet new, once fluid now stable. 

Upon this island where love knows no bounds,
These innumerable grains lapped by grace's unending wash. 

Foreigners, all, who come from without; 
exiles, we, who from within flee.