My Islands

N.V.M. Gonzales

Even as the bough breaks

from the sheer weight of song

so does my heart break with love,

soo will my rivers flow

to kiss the sea's warm eternal breast,

so will my islands poise their hills

against the sun.

My heart is proud 

of this dream and prouder yet my rivers

of the fate that keeps the pace

of tides and moons, and prouder

still my islands of their hills.