A couple more rondelets in a different tone to the last one.
At the distant shore we cast,
Clinging to a world gone awry,
That slips beyond our sight and grasp.
Hills, home, lovers, contained now in
No looking back
At the distant shoreline fading,
No looking back,
It would break this reluctant heart.
The hills of home, a memory;
Cherish it always, the gulls cry,
No looking back.