The Island

The unescaping sands array
     The distant pounding shore.
           Our unescaping footprints
       Wash away to nevermore.

                   The undulating grasses sway
                           Amid our roaming feet.
                        We undiscovered rovers steal
                                            Away to our retreat.

                                And all the tired ways of man
                                     Fade slow across the sea.
                  While here beyond, our hearts dissolve
                                                           All anonymity.

                               But unescaping hours pass
                               Beyond the misty veil.
                      The unescaping time will come
                            When we must put to sail.

                       The unescaping fate: We too
                                  Are subject to decay.
                   Our unescaping memories
         Will never fade away…

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