You took me there
to my island of dreams,
where anything is possible
and nothing as it seems.
The trip was so bountiful
with much more than you think;
I went with eyes wide open
so much, I was afraid to blink.
Knowing that this journey
had time ticking away,
you remember how I hesitated
because I could not stay.
But the island held a wish
and even had my name,
though it's sand ran through so quickly
you have only me to blame.
Please know I'll never forget
anything at all,
because the only thing I have to do
is look upon my roof.
~~ Fiddler 07/14/2002
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