Were there crimson sunsets
On that tropic isle;
Did the beaches beckon
Like a lover's smile?
When the sea breeze feathered
Shells across the shore,
Did you gather memories
From the ocean's roar?
Was the sky so brilliant;
Were the plants so rare,
That you entertained the thought
You belonged right there?
Did you then remember
Where your loves reside,
Praying for your safe return
From your paradise.
James Walters