Driftwood Dreamer

At sea, adrift, half-drowned and dead, I washed up on your shore
Supine, sodden, sopping wet, and weary to the core
Kick me or kiss me, carry me home, unconscious through your door

My hair, my eyes, my clothes, my heart, all waterlogged and cold
Even with a soul so young, the sea had made me old

Abed, asleep, half-dry and drained, wet clothes upon the floor
Growing slowly warmer, wrapped in blankets from your store
Afraid that when the morning came, I'd shiver even more

I woke up warm, to fire, and food, a friend with hands to hold
No more desire to sail the sea: on land lies buried gold