As I drift off unto the sky touched days,
the tranquil sways of the myriad waves,
underneath this wood build raft,
I crafted with my hands for this sea lain path.
The chilled touch of the scared hour,
continues to devour my will and power.
Sun set palace beacons down like untouched snow on the ice covered ground.
No fear, regret, worries or troubles
as I drift in closer to my dream islands double.
Earth has been a gift to us,
the ocean has received my trust,
what seemed like hours fluttered past
before my eyes coloured gold and brass.

As I reached to touch the grains of sand
that signified my arrival to land,
I felt my body concave in,
the beauty I held from deep within.
The pure surroundings I had befriended,
awarded me with belief that has never ended.
What lies beneath the grand horizon
was stunning,
of that I could not hide from.

The welcoming call of the overhead birds,
translated into human words,
as I became one with the flawless landscape,
my three wishes spent on that
to never escape.