Adrift fading into twilight

Gone the path and familiar trails, the past does not last 
Settled under the dust of lost trust and asphalt of change it pales 
Map lost in a romantic brain, now a wandering mind's domain
Hands by life's rope burned, a lesson learned that longs for days of yore 
Docked sits a boat, on beaches remote, far from nostalgic shore
Our lines we cast in the past of waters that are no more 
To fish for a wish of what swam there before
On water there are no guiding signs or painted lines no watery map of brail
Long is the trail in tears we wail and set our sail on rough waves of travail 
Before we close mind's door on that distant shore that is no more