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
Copyright © Carlos Debattista | Year Posted 2013
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