On My Way

I breathe soft.
The memory of you,
Lost.
Dispersed among these daily deeds.

I stand tangled.
Freed yet bound by tired gauze.

I am on my way....

Hollow words you cast from illusory bridges,

I gathered them like pearls

I take no more gifts of romantic folly.
The silk cord has been broken.

I take no more trips upon this bridge,
It has been made timbered by unspoken words.

I am on my way....

Adieu now,
illusion's constructs.
I walk away from this dreamer's bridge.

I stand, feet firm on the soil of my future.

I turn to see you solitary....

on your island.
Mute as always on weighty matter.

I am on my way....

Because islands die alone.