Cove of Imagination

Cove of imagination,
travelling to a subconscious island,
natant next to the coral that is
radial through the shallows.

Memories pitched
into the forgotten sea,
washing up onto the beach
of my focus.
Memories like driftwood,
fainted, ruptured, old.

Hands dragging down to the isle,
into storms frozen in fright.
But at dusk comes my bed,
penetrating the shield of frost
and warming up my marvellous,
fascinating, beautiful and peaceful
island once more.