There’s an old ‘guy thing’ about being trapped on a deserted Island with the girl of your dreams. You know it, admit it. The verse for today is from the incomparable William Butler Yeats about a domestic situation where true thoughts of love and adventure reverberate through the ordinary. The poem goes like this:
To an Isle in the Water
Shy one, shy one,
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
Pensively apart.
She carries in the dishes,
And lays them in a row.
To an isle in the water
With her would I go.
She carries in the candles,
And lights the curtained room,
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom;
And shy as a rabbit,
Helpful and shy.
To an isle in the water
With her would I fly.
I dedicated this to my wife, Mihaela, who I flew away to Crete Island to answer a dream we dreamed aloud in our kitchen in Germany. The Instagram below is Mig (Mihaela) being playful at Fodele Beach just west of Heraklion.
