Island

This island rock, Heart unbeating In cold stone entombed Where nothing grows but the endless gloom And the glimmer from a distant flame Is all that remains Of the day. We come to you With a restlessness in our hearts A nameless yearning A wondering eye A questing soul We come to you with questions That have no answers But are in themselves The beginning and end Cause and effect Of all that we are and do Aspire, fear, yearn for and spurn We see it in the mirror Every day it is there Staring….empty eyes, silent lips Hearts; Deadened into mute surrender By the droll of unthinking existence And the grind of unrelenting time. We come to that which is beyond the grasp of time You that belong not to this age Though in many ways We are one of a kind You that gazed out from ramparts tall, Before the tears, before the fall You that wept, you that rejoiced And prayed and raged and stood firm You that sired over all And as the day fell to twilight And the day failed as hope did fail You alone stood tall. Carlos 03/06