I could land upon your shore
pull my dingy up, cast on, and moor
no man is an island
upon you, life of the sea

Your gritty bottom grinds
me slowly down, as I drag
my rope taut, myself landed
to your paradise sandy shores

I'm an old man fishing
trying to catch the big one, alone
Hemingway's nowhere to be found
just you, me, and the sea

You rise above my horizon
alone I point myself to you
to find my own redemption
your abundant island renewed

Cast off my fears of failure
upon your rocks shard sharp
I hope to live a life of peace
your custodian in your care

No man is an island
not meant to live alone
the bosom of your earth
can save this heart I own

© agoodguy2have 2010-07-25