Volcano Island

In an island far far away
there was living a small boy
The boy was a little bit sky
and liked to go his own way

This was in another time
in another living frame
The boy had no shame
his heart was like a flame

The island had a great volcano
that had died many years ago
He wanted to stay until he grow
and from nature, he got knowhow

The island had a lot of palms
the shadow made him calm
The sun was making him warm
when he was staying at the strand

When he looked up in the sky
where the cotton clouds did fly
He could see the blue with his eye
as long as the sun made it day

Around the island there was sea
as far as the eye ever could see
watching the waves made him free
That is what he wanted to be

The sand at the beach was ever white
he liked to look at the granules in sight
in the wind they flow away very light
He enjoyed the island, feeling alright

In the nights he stayed in his cabin
made of palm leafs and wooden
He counted stars into a million
until sleep made him soften
into the sound of the ocean

He showered in a fresh waterfall
made of the island clean rainfall
looking clear as a glass window
until to the beach, he could recall

When he was hungry he caught fish
the blue sea served him like a dish
Sometimes he picked fruits that was fresh
they where a lot easier to catch

He liked to climb the mountain
remembering the lava fountain
His blood make him into action
sometimes he played with a dragon

With the dragon, he flighted great trolls
they wanted the volcano to do shaking rolls
fountains of lava where the trolls goals
lifting dangerous lava, from ground holes

They trolls was ugly and huge big
Smelled like the rotten mud they dig
He did not feel like great and high
But from his island. he wanted them away

He used his sharp swinging sword
and used magic cast spelling words
from his master learnings lords
with their sharp shining chords

He fight the trolls back into the steam
the dragon and the boy where a team
They acted like a wonderful dream
Island protection where their theme

When he was tired of the dragon
and the climbing in the canyons
he turned into a great seaman
with a harpoon as a weapon

He had a boat, that wonderful float
and he made sounds, from his throat
He played with dolphins from his boat
something strange to them he promote

Sometimes he ride their backs
hanging tight and hard as sacks
They wanted him not to be a hack
So they carefully hold him on track

The speed made him into a laugh
crawling down and falling into a half
falling into the water holding the scarf
Even the kind dolphins could laugh

When he grow older he got a present
from the dolphins great wise regent
he said thanks and though that was pleasant
He looked at the present and was patient

The master dolphin know he was youth
Growing and wanting the human truth
Watching the millions of stars at his roof
Was he the only human would he proof

It was a beautiful closed wooden chest
he thought that was a pleasant guest
It made him feel that he was blessed
but he was a boy, so you know the rest

He crashed opened the wooden lid
with his arms waving like a squid
his treasure hunt he could not forbid
he shouted like he was a small kid

The chest was covering a lot of leafs
White leafs covering signs from chiefs
far deep beyond the dark known reefs
He though the symbols and signs reliefs

He looked at them for several days
Turned them around in several ways
He even looked at them in moon ray
He wanted to know what they say

He went sad and angry at the dolphin
thinking that his treasure was a coffin
only sadness was to him boughten
The key to the signs was forgotten

He walked back to the master dolphin
asked what was chests real function
First the dolphin laugh then he soften
He knew why the man had that reaction

The master dolphin knew a wise solution
There was a mermaid living in the ocean
She could understand the words written
and able to tell him how they are spoken

The dolphin returned back to the dark water
telling all other dolphins to swim faster
telling her that that they found a dreamer
but he indeed needs her as a helper

They found her singing at the bottom
Tones of her song was in sweet rhythm
Her true dreams was never forgotten
They knew she had a heart of handsome

She came up the island and sat on a stone
looking for the dreamer of unknown
They told her that he had grown
This island was his kingdom krone

The boy was staying at the beach
Looking at the chest and wanted to teach
Maybe some new fantasies could reach
He was looking fresh a sweet peach

She looked at him for very long
learning him and teach his song
so she going to speak his jargong
She thought he looked very strong

He sensed that something was different
is was not only the chest present
He looked at the water for a moment
A visitor was welcome and pleasant

He walked up to the stone welcoming her
She looked down, telling that she had fear
He walked slowly telling that he did care
while he was looking at the clothes she wear

He looked at her for tail for very long
he thought something was wrong
and she had no clothes like sarong
but she looked nice so wanted to talk along

I am the king, he said to kindly her
Together with the dragon we care
for the island that we where
he said with his voice very clear

I am a mermaid, she said
Now she was not afraid
with the kind voice he fed
kindness to her heart he led

Do you have a real name
King seems to be lame
she laughs with a voice of fame
Like in the secret flirting game

He thinks for a long time
he had no real name
He look at the mountain frame
Maybe Lano will be more fame

I am the famous know Lano
called up after the volcano
my green friend is call Drago
that is also my working fellow

She smiles about her new friend
thinking that he is a strange blend
something funny is what he lend
She is happy that she did append

I am her to teach you to read
so the signs you can feed
in the chest that is buried
that is why I fast hurried

Hurried ? He wondering asks
like that there was a task
The signs was like a mask
that he really want to unmask

The master dolphin told me
so please ever forgive me
I want to signs to be free
so to you they can apply

That you for kind offer
I am not a dark barber
and you make me softer
Please make me brighter

I still have to be a troll fighter
but this can make by days chiller
with the wisdom chest filler
Maybe I can fight the trolls wilder

I takes a long time to be a reader
but I will be your feeder
hearing your words clearer
you are a truth bearer

You are growing older
getting wider shoulders
getting clever and cleaver
Going to taste the flavor

I don't want to be older
The volcano is at my shoulder
I am not a folder
Getting bigger is not better

I will teach you some spells
Like magic they tells
from my hidden wells
or from those hidden novels

She raise her both hands
picking up and waving a wand
a tornado comes up of the sand
making his desire kind bland

Nothing happened he says
and looks at himself many ways
when he comes of the rays
to her he kindly replays

She laughs ever long at him
and tells that the secret hymn
with the belonging rhythm
will make him ever trim

He walk to the present chest
no more he can ever rest
he want reading to be a fest
this will be a pleasant contest

He stops for a long while
wondering what is the tail
will I ever sit on the rail
My soul is not for sale

Like siting up at the mountain
falling down is like to fail
in the glowing lava troll fountain
instead of enjoying the sun and rain

He walks back to the mermaid
listening to what she says
Master dolphin makes him afraid
To the present he was not prepared

She smiles at him and tells
in your dreams monsters stays
like the trolls up at these hills
Learning reading makes you free

He smiles back, thoughtful thinks
To my soul they never not sinks
To my bad dreams they not links
Something wonderful you brings

Together they teach and learn
Until the sun orange burns
New knowledge he earns
Making nice cute dreams

He wonders how to say thanks
Keeping me away from sharks
That something strange talks
Making me into future walks

The mermaid cannot walk
She can only sing and talk
He looks up at a flying falcon
He wants to give her a spacewalk

He reads the signs and symbols
Talks to the unemployed dragon
Watching the sleeping volcano
Making the chest into a wagon

Together they can travel in the air
Together they want to be everywhere
Tails and stories they want to share
to all the other children they care

AriNewhome©2010 Viking LTD, by Are Nakrem, Norway, alias Ari Newhome

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