Adrift fading into twilight

Gone the path and familiar trails, the past does not last 

Settled under the dust of lost trust and asphalt of change it pales 

Map lost in a romantic brain, now a wandering mind's domain

Hands by life's rope burned, a lesson learned that longs for days of yore 

Docked sits a boat, on beaches remote, far from nostalgic shore

Our lines we cast in the past of waters that are no more 

To fish for a wish of what swam there before

On water there are no guiding signs or painted lines no watery map of brail

Long is the trail in tears we wail and set our sail on rough waves of travail 

Before we close mind's door on that distant shore that is no more