And so I was,

Shipwrecked on your shore,

Laid flat, bedraggled, supine,

Waterlogged, worn down,

All but breathing my last,

This sodden body exhausted.

 

And on your sands,

I came to rest,

And recover,

Warmed by the simple morning sun,

Reflected in each grain of sand,

As a breeze, so warm,

So calm, so gentle,

Began to play,

Across my sleeping form.

 

And here I stayed,

Through three long winters,

Through three long springs,

Sweet summers, loving Autumns,

And I learnt again,

To walk, to breathe,

To hold another’s hand,

And with your help,

I found my way,

Back to that which had been hidden,

Obscured,

All but lost,

But found.

 

But now, oh now,

With new found strength,

I realise time has turned,

And I’ve built a raft,

Of bamboo trunks,

Nothing fancy,

And roughly hued,

And I know,

How tough these seas can be,

But a raft nonetheless,

That calls me forth,

To seek my fortune,

In my self.

 

So with bitter taste,

In a mouth,

Accustomed to such sweetness,

From your lips,

I take my leave,

‘Bring me too’, you say,

And I stop, and falter,

For you, my sweet companion,

I may never find again,

And the parting from that,

I find almost too much to bear.

 

Always seeking to judge or be judged,

Never at peace,

With what is.