The Ship and the Shore

To what, to whom do we owe the tears in these new sails?
I've been nowhere but the Shore.
On that coast with white sands,
Where the ocean seems cold.
Where no living creature had once dared roam.

I suppose that this ship is not meant to stay stuck on one coast,
But mine seems pulled by something with force.
Perhaps she is trapped by the reefs surrounding this Shore,
For whatever reason she remains docked by this seaboard.

For days and nights, for months and weeks
We’ve survived on nothing but what seems to be false hope.
We cannot escape this Shore even when we seek berth in another Town.
We’re oddly glad that bridge is burnt down…

A perfect place that Shore is for a home.
Such a pity we did not try to build anything.
I imagine growing a town on that beautiful Shore,
Out of his sturdy land and this grand Ship alone.

A peaceful little town our home would be,
Build with nostalgia and coconut trees.