Burning Our Boat

I hope that you are happy now,
Though I will never be again.
Time's waves have washed over our prow,
I guess it's time to be a man.

So now I will swim to the shore
Of an island, apart from you.
Beams are bones, and nothing much more,
And this night I will burn them through.

But if you're dying for love's heat
Swim to my flames, warm your cold feet.