Set sail.

The time has finally arrived for her to set sail.
To leave that island that had imprisoned her in false hope.
That beautiful, captivating
yet decieving island.
She had been stranded in the sea of fallen hope for some time now.
Her heart, not strong enought to let go.
It had an unspeakable connection with the island.
Her heart sang the same song as the wind.
But the wind never shared its wings with her.
He acted like he would, but never did.
His unspoken promises, never carried out.
She lookes back
sad to leave its beauty, sad to leave its fickle love.

She watches the island get smaller and smaller, 
Until it is swallowed by the overcoming red of the sun.
Her ship has set sail.
At last.
The wind, noticing her departure, gently tugs at her hair.
Tempting her to return.
Time has made the decision that he himself could not face.

Off to new horizons she goes.
Yet she is still vulnerable as the island's breath still caresses her cheek
from time to time.
The temptation of returning
still engraved in her heart,
as she awaits another island to sing back the
melody echoing throughout her soul.