Eight-line Poems

Islands

Islands

Islands
beckon to us,
mysterious promise
luring us across the water
with dreams of treasure or tranquility,
requiring merely a boat or a floating log,
some unlikely transport to a new world and paradise
where X marks the spot and we can reign forever inviolate.

Unrhymed Pyramid form:
centered on the page,
eight lines,
syllables per line 2,4,6,8,10,12,14,16.
For Express It In Eight, 03.11.22
Prompt: Beckon.
Note: Rhyming proved a bridge too far.