This ship, this little island stranded in the middle of a
vast sea. My fortress where I reign alone.
The water is calm, I think. What lay beyond it’s surface, off in the distance is ignorance to me.
Still, I gaze on, searching for something in the sky.
The wind’s warm breath guides me
Though I am still lost. No matter which direction I am spun
I will go where the voyage takes me.
When the Sun sets and all becomes black, a chilly breeze
rattles my teeth, the Stars continue to glimmer
like snowflakes in the winter, covering all I see.
They glow against the black blanket of sky.
How sweet it would be to be back in the arms of a lover,
to sail across time and the sea,
and sink my toes in familiar sand.
Alas, it is foolish to stare idly at the stars hoping for a wish to fall from the sky,
praying that some rescue ship will come
and bring me home.
Eventually the tides will calm,
I will see out this storm and be off this island eventually.