Yesterday, I was a happy resident
On this Blessed Isle
Today, I am a Castaway.

The long shore wet
With Emptiness.
And all the lively footprints of the sweet
Chattering running birds
Washed away.

The grand smile of the ever-giving Horizon
Has shrunk to a tight-lipped fortress surrounding
The sting in my eyes with the borders of
An inexpressible Exile.