by a distant shore that no waves ever reach
there stand the ruins i call home
my name is engraved in the fragile sand
and my soul echoes in the brittle wind

every morning i pretend to be dead
until the first hint of light on my skin
wakes me up to a bright new hope
to wish for a vessel to appear in the horizon

all along the morning i walk in the sand
my eyes fall in love with new-comers
exhiled from the depths of the ocean
blood and spirit of a drowned galeon

under the soft shadow of a gentle tree
i remember everything about my former self
though so many eons ago we parted ways,
what my mind felt, what my heart knew

before light falls in the fading evening
i lay eager and expectant as ever
a blue window of fragmented glass
protects me from my night-long dreams

to this distant shore only gales come
and the news they tale tear my soul
has my sacrifice been in vain?
did my death fail to purify the world?