Mist-shroud isles
Become my daily treasure
From beyond these homely hills
Where I earnestly peer
As time sheds away

Fallen away
Like cold hail stones
Eternally lost
With the restless tide

I implore to scale
Those distant slopes
That pierce the haze
With staunch defiance

Banished from the care
Of familiar coasts
The thoughtless flicker
Of home and certainty

With eyes drawn
To the quaintest bliss
I helplessly ponder
Weaving what might ensue