Silver sands on a shifting shore,
Palms wave welcome forever more,
The sun smiles sweetly upon high,
Clouds drift lazily across the sky.

I landed here and took the airs,
Ship-wrecked mariner, many cares,
Built a home in the years that passed,
A man alone, perhaps the last.

To forage food and feed my frame,
To write and talk and learn my name,
Through despair's door I walked a time
A madman lost in ancient rime.

Madness called, I heard its voices
Beckon me, but I had choices,
To lose my mind was not for me,
Who'd lost his crew unto the sea.

But I kept head and body whole,
Slept under stars to shore my soul,
Lived the days and I ne'er gave in,
Sought the truth of my life within.

Until my death in blood is seen
My time, upon this isle so green,
Will be in hope and not in woe,
When time doth come, I'll gladly go.

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