Castaway

Life has cast me upon a distant shore the would not I have never chose bits of wood silvered white dance and spin in morning light light reflects like jewels bright in soft glow of mornings light ebbs and flows the water goes gaining up and retreating back hard and firm the wet sand lies pocked with imprints the dry sand be lonely cries so softly call from wings soaring in morning breeze of those seeking what they cannot find each day again with endless need once adventure did for me lie a new beginning that I did seize a journey to places unknown to learn of things unknown to me many days traveled in ease carry along flowing breeze the dome of blue above my head castles and dragons upon the breeze yet skies would darken and thunder roll cold winds would blow and cold rain slash and I would worry how I may live not till the coming day yet most mornings began with golden light and most days passed in delight and grand adventures did have I and traveled to lands beyond compare and yet one day the breeze did turn and below unto a distant shore and from it I could not turn and did grow the contrary wind oh how could it ever be that it all would turn on me that the course I could not control carried to where I would not be dashed upon this distant shore to a land where I would not be without a way to sail away to go again on morning breeze my footsteps now upon the sand traveling up from crashing seas knowing not where I might go for what this land will hold for me long I do for what once was for the travels now loss to me memories now just remain to me castaway where I would not be