La Isla de Fuego

Birds did not mistake about it,
You are the place
where the sky was born,
where everything ends
and begins in fire.

Wind. Breath. Spirit.
La Isla de Fuego, 
homeland of elements
black dream in the blue
white church by the sea.

Strangers at sunset,
how could we resist Your charms?
Old man in Your arms,
how could I be
not ready to die?

© Frédéric Georges Martin