The Islander

An old man by a seashore

At the end of day

Gazes the horizon

With seawinds in his face

Tempest-tossed island

Seasons all the same

Anchorage unpainted

And a ship without a name

Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard

He lightens the beacon light at the end of world

Showing the way lighting hope in their hearts

The ones on their travels homeward from afar

This is for long-forgotten

Light at the end of the world

Horizon crying

The tears he left behind long ago

The albatross is flying

Making him daydream

The time before he became

One of the world's unseen

Princess in the tower

Children in the fields

Life gave him it all:

An island of the universe

Now his love's a memory

A ghost in the fog

He sets the sails one last time

Saying farewell to the world

Anchor to the water

Seabed far below

Grass still in his feet

And a smile beneath his brow

This is for long-forgotten

Light at the end of the world

Horizon crying

The tears he left behind so long ago

END