DREAM MEMORY OF JAMAICA

Sun-gold Island

I dream the gleam of your vanilla days

of coral sun and sea-flame spray

of turquoise surf in crescent bays

I dream the burst of wild orchids’ bloom

the rivers’ rush, the jungle tangle of bamboo

I dream the blue mist skies

and whisper wind of cinnamon nights

with air cane-sweet

and pineapple-ripe

Sun-gold Island

you call and my heart takes flight

to the green of your mountain steeps

that tumble to the sea

where trade winds sigh their tropic spell

of vanilla days and cinnamon nights

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