an island far, on ocean blue,
lies far from me, and not to see,
a land of old, still new although.
left there to reign, left to obtain,
a wondrous place, all to embrace,
made out of waste, for your distaste,
but not for mine, it is divine.
though we apart, you're in my heart,
and so it's lore, you are my more,
conceived so lite, one faithful night,
on one symposia, my own utopia.