Driftwood

Is this still 'fun' for you?
Coasting on the ride.
It's been deep here with me.
Now I'm washed up in the tide.

Crashing over rocks.
Could you not just hold my hand.
And carry me beyond.
To fall on softer sand?

I was struggling for air.
Whilst you washed over me.
I thought that I could swim .
But It's unfamiliar Sea.

I'm craving for the mainland
But an island's what I get.
Where my poor mind is stranded.
As it won't let me forget.

Could you return the drift wood.
That you stowed a ride upon?
And want the tide to take us.
To a place where we'd belong.


Could we stay a while?
Im not asking forever.
As I understand my rescue.
Doesn't end with us together.