Treasure Island

Far very far in the deep blue oceans, Often over washed by tides of emotions, Where there are buds and colorful flowers, Always cloudy and wet with the showers, Dense trees cover and protect an island, My past is buried in a lovely dreamland, It has a mountain with a dormant volcano, In the forests I lost melodies of a piano. The volcano is not dead and often bursts out, Precious rocks are spread with music in spout, My soul is free to visit the banned lands, It touches the crater with his thoughtful hands, It dives very deep and enjoys the fire, Comes out as a youth and model of admire, Its pockets are full with diamonds and gold, My beloved asks when I would grow old!