Marooned

Marooned

Mist melted.
Mariner marooned
inspected his wreck on the shore,
searched the vegetation
of the south ocean island
for fruit to eat and store.
Navigated the shipping lanes
of the seas in his time,
but now he had no maps,
no compass. He had not drowned,
but he feared he would not be found.
He told the trees,
he told the shells,
these chains have no keys.

You never failed, you had it nailed
then you sailed away.
You had no ties, you told no lies,
he spoke to her who was not there,
but now he knew the words to say.
You had your dance, you took your chance,
your romance you left on the reels to replay.

Wind whipped up.
By moonrise,
from branches and rocks,
he built his shelter.
He told the seas,
he told the stars,
these chains have no keys.

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