Just a Soulless Traveler

I live upon an island without soul Changing with the shape of rippled dune Battling the ebb of pilfering tides Of timeless winds and drifting moon. I am banished here – by choice, Hardened to the sting of salty spray Silenced by the roar of breakers voice. The tourist come to traipse Among my distant thought Though the lessons that they teach Are never what they sought For scars that bled for others Cannot set them free As they never look within But always out to sea. For I am neither lighthouse Nor buoys sounding gong Just a soulless traveler Who hung around too long. John G. Lawless ©5/7/2022