The paddleboard drifts away,

Small island lost on the lake

A heart alone in perfect isolation

Far from the madding crowd;

There is peace away from desperation

As loon-song drives out thought

Leaving silence as a blessed balm

And a momentary space for healing

Hidden upon the waves.

The paddleboard drifts away

Toward horizon’s hopeful harbour

Where the imprisoning earth gives way

To health and happy homestead

Where grow the evergreen trees

Amidst a warm, life-giving breeze

And all that one wants

And all that one needs

Are the simple gifts of these

Pushing out the pleas of please and please

Oh to be forever

A ghost upon the waters…