I sailed to the Marquesas in a dream,

And became mystified by the exotic vegetation,

Stirred by the ancient markings carved

Into rocks and, instantly, into my mind.

And how can I return

To the bland lifestyle I have known,

When my heart has made a stand?

It says that it will not go back,

And if I go, I go back without it.

My heart is right.

And I can't live without my heart,

Or the enigmatic feelings I have found.

And so we choose to live inspired, together,

In a fascinating dream,

Rather than the previous, one-sided existence,

Mundane, though it was only half-based in reality.

-jenn