Driftwood

drifting on the seas of fate    
tossed by storms  
but free of hate      
I am carried by the tides            
seeking a future that hides  
in crashing waves  
as riptides enslave  
looking for a direction home  
that's lost within this poem            
but once there was a map  
a treasured scrap        
drawn with a loving hand        
and a compass to command        
that pointed toward your heart  
but the compass broke with my soul  
an agonizing toll        
and the map had warned        
"there be monsters here"  
all my secret fears        
so I slew my monsters        
and destroyed what I inspired        
where now is the map of my desires        
and my unfulfilled quest        
the holy grail manifest      
a trinity of love and lust and mirth  
and spiritual rebirth        
that waits upon far shores  
for the driftwood of my soul          
weathered but whole  
to be left by storm      
and found transformed  
by the ghost memory  
and loves simple mystery    
that will finally bring me home