Analysis of Distant Island

An island just sits beyond the waves,
And I've been adrift for far too many days.
This pain in my chest is heightened without your gaze.
Will I be able to reach you through all this fog and haze?

I get the feeling that this voyage might be dead.
But this grandiose dream replays in my head.
If I were to just hold onto this thin thread.
I know for sure, you and I can surely wed. 

If I were to continue to pull till I reached your shore.
Our spirits will be rejoiced and soar.
And together we will have a whole planet to explore.
We will turn this thread into a great sycamore.

But I have doubts to make this silk to cloth,
Would holes form from a single moth?
And diseases spread from just one cough?
And would our hearts grow old, frail, and soft?

Whatever it will be, my beautiful distant island, you are worth all life's violent torrents.
You're worth holding onto, no matter the deterrence. 
And after all our hard perseverance,
Your happy smile will be all the reassurance.