On the Island of Nightmares

I saw horrifying, horrific night-scarers sliding

speedily changing their dreams to night-scares,

As quick as night changes to day.

On Story Island 

I heard world-creatures, 

speaking to book-readers

Filling the head with a majestic magical world.

On the Island of Dreams

I observed past-thoughts, 

as good as ice cream on a summer day,

Filling dream-creators minds.

On the Island of Sadness

I heard the crying-clouds’ tears,

Going drip, drop

Covering rain-collectors’ clothes.

On Anger Island

I noticed lava-makers erupt

Throwing rocks like rockets at off,

Turning debris into birds.