Lost in sleep or wide awake
Gently pressed for you, I ache
Longing for my former estate
Where in rest I can relate
How dare I try and obviate
Stripped of all, I can’t equate
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.