Unfinished but revised

An unforgiving current.
A relentless, ruthless tide.
Nothing more in sight
than a dark and tainted sky.

Muscles, stiff, exhausted.
Body, frozen to the core.
Lungs, fight to swell,
to give one minute more.

Glance at the horizon
to find no hope in sight.
Left with one sole option:
pray for a calm night.

Greet the rising sun.
Find the gift she sent.
Awaking at this moment
was no mere accident.

An uplifting sense of hope--
An island in the distance.
Fatigued muscles soar,
for love subdues resistance.

Stumble to the shore
of a long forsaken land.
Unknowingly anointed
with the stigma of the damned.

The night-- cold and stark.
The day-- extended torture.
But another sign of hope
Lies just a little further.

A ship sails in the distance
With luxurious food and beds
Perhaps I will be rescued
Though now Id rather be dead.

Escape the dreadful island.
Towards the sails I swim.
Pray the captain is friendly,
or the island just might win.

Moving with the wind,
a ship made out of gold.
Welcomed with a smile
that heals my broken soul.

Eyes made from jade,
though jaded they are not.
Just on glance assures
I am safe upon this yacht.

An angels voice reassures me
I am safe from all that harms.
At last, some hope I find
in these warm and loving arms.

So this is how it feels
to want to stay alive.
Her touch is like the key
for a desire to survive.

For once Im truly happy
so fate must intervene.
The golden hull tears open
on the islands barrier reef.

The sea engulfs the ship.
I'm left where I began.
This time I have no hope
of an island's golden sand.