Island of Missing Souls

I stand deserted viewing in the blank sky..
As wind brushes through my hair..
With whispers that seem clear..
The water is calm and the world is quiet for me to hear..
I stand and listen on the island all alone..
For a moment that tells to to go on home...
I mark my feet and stand there still...
As clouds go by..
One by one...
Hiding the sun from where it reaches night...
I stand deserted viewing the darkness of the sky..
With the wind going the opposite as I stay..
I stand closer to the water and let my feet carry me...
Muscles grow tight as I shiver in the cold..
This island that marks trap souls..
I stand here to listen to them..
Hundreds of them lost..
Hundreds of them frighten...
My eyes quit to blink and my mouth stays closed..
As the misfits of the island store in my mind...
Shadow falls in sand formation....
Deserted island stand my feet...
To lift me where you face death beyond me...