On the island of me and you, there are no worries.
It’s only cold enough to make us keep warm.
I get up early, you have a lie-in, the dishes are done
When you appear and I go for a walk along the shore.
On the island of you and me, we’re always online.
Hundreds of friends in your mind, a few in mine,
So I listen to yours, playing ukes, reliving youths,
And never tire of your old friends, who loved you.
I can see the island of you from the island of me,
And I’m going to swim over.
Photo: With Tess on Inchydoney Beach, Cork, Ireland (year?). Photo by Craig.