At the crack of dawn

and time and time again

I hear your voice

some voice

saying dejectedly

'you are a harbourless island

no one can visit

but on a windless day

in slightest storm unreachable

unembraceable

windswept and forlorn

in the cries of gulls'

left alone on my island

becoming my own refuge

I have lost my voice,

had you stayed a fraction longer

I might have found a voice

to say I am silent

because I have already told myself

everything I think is important

deserting me here

builds no bridges away

my boat lacks the drainageplug

and will sink to the bottom

of your estimate of me

taking my dreams of you down

the only safe shore

now is  solitude

the shouts from the main

do not reach

the outer 

archipelago

the causeway  to them

is awash under tsunamis

of ignominy