The Island

There is an island always in the spirit so that we can flee there when
the way is hard.

But they hit Malta from the sky in the ancient sea in the middle of
the day. And Crete also suffered agony. Its guns were heard speaking.
And Singapore was safe from the sea though it was broken from the
north. And even on Lewis and Islay the aeroplanes of our time will
burst, and angels and devils from the clouds descending through
desperation or hope.