Woke up to silence, salt upon my skin,
The sea had swallowed all I’d ever been.
Driftwood cradle, I breathe and shake,
Alone with the sun, the waves, the ache.
Hands of sand, I built a fragile home,
Branches whisper, telling me I’m not alone.
Firelight trembles, I learn to stay,
Counting the stars that will not fade away.
I’m still here, and the world still turns,
Breathing slow, as the daylight burns.
But my heart is sinking under the tide,
Crying for the life that has died.
Golden fruits with sweetness on my tongue,
Crystal waters where my shadow’s young.
The air hums softly, my body freed,
The island listens, it knows my need.
I’m still here, and the world still turns,
Breathing slow, as the daylight burns.
Now my heart is lifted by the breeze,
A song of wonder through the trees.
At dusk I sit where the sky meets sea,
The wind speaks gently, forgiving me.
I close my eyes, the colors stay,
And peace unfolds, it carries me away.
I’m still here, and the world still turns,
Breathing slow, as the daylight burns.
My heart now drifts, calm and wide,
Thankful just to be… alive.