The Island

that Time never knew… first near the Church there seemed a clue in the catacombes of whispering hue Saint Agatha’s mystery became one for two so i followed you counting bricks in narrow pathways making note of the arcs on display Loving Couples blush and bouganvilla sway ”...it’s very old here…” and in the moss I heard your name echos of Lost as I make my way to a rocky coast I past the Knight and began to thirst for the memory of where my heart came first… then at a Red booth I found my Muse