Island

Cast off from the unforgiven hazy past with me

where lines of scars run deep over the salted banks

Set a course through the mist to the frozen white north

or the darkened groves of the haunted south

Take your lifeboat far out from the isle of empty

and of years gone by

If voices call out from the cragged bluffs

over the hollow howl of the lighthouse

that rages across the white capped sea

do not answer—for they are already gone.

Cast off from what could have been and what was

through silent swells and creaking hulls

Drift on, past who you thought you’d be and who you are

through ancient wrecks and crying gulls

Far, far from the quiet shores of the island, you’ll see yourself again—

who will you be?