Treasure Island

The cold night approached,
Ever so near.
The ocean waves came closer,
Ever so clear.

Forbidding, ponderous clouds
Of salty mist,
Protect the houses and unknown treasures,
Like a wall of fist.

The desolate peninsula,
Though eerie it looked,
Looked so heavenly beautiful,
Oh, so many breaths it took.

If one didn’t look for it,
One would pass by.
Observant and curious souls
Search the cliffs before a goodbye.

To find and relive,
The forgotten memories
That were left behind,
In the fast-passing centuries.

All of which
Are on,
The almost invisible
“Treasure Island”.