A Spell

There is a spell cast on this heavenly island.
Aphrodite and Gaia took pleasure moulding it, so they can gaze at us mortals from their cloud and
chuckle at our hardship.
When your feet touch its soil after sailing its enchanted waters, you are inebriated by its beauty.
It unwraps the finest and the worst of you.
There is a spell on this island that compels you to become jealous and possessive of its grace.
You live your days on its shores babbling about whilst trying to tame its incantation.
You live your days under its pine trees loathing the newcomers that breathe its air.
You live your days in its gleaming waters frightened that they may loot its beauty.
There is a spell on this heavenly island that makes you never want to leave.
But one day Helios rids you of your mirages, and at last you discern the simplicity of its beauty.
He whispers in your ears words of wisdom.
He counsels you to breathe and let your island hug its mortals.
You smile in the realisation that this piece of heaven is not yours but it belongs, peacefully, to all.