April 19, 2024
Island Without Mirrors
At journey's end, my darling friend,
I'd like to ask of you:
On an island filled with strangers,
to thine own self: were you true?
I'd like to ask of you:
On an island filled with strangers,
to thine own self: were you true?
Did you cut your foot on coral,
stain the sand with your warm blood?
Eat the sweet fruit of the island
that sprouted from the mud?
stain the sand with your warm blood?
Eat the sweet fruit of the island
that sprouted from the mud?
On an island without mirrors,
did you recognize the you?
Did you reckon with the danger
of losing what was true?
did you recognize the you?
Did you reckon with the danger
of losing what was true?
Did you hold on to your soul
or release it to the waves?
Did you let it bathe in morning rain,
or shelter it in caves?
or release it to the waves?
Did you let it bathe in morning rain,
or shelter it in caves?
When sleep eludes you, take a breath,
and listen to your heart.
When all is said and done
we can go home and make art.
and listen to your heart.
When all is said and done
we can go home and make art.
