This Island of Lighted Shores
Alone candle flame
Burning into the night
Burning deep in the heart
The endless dark
Waves of ink crash upon
This island of illuminated shores
Bleak hours of lost sorrow
Love nevermore
Wings of shadowed sparrow touch, not evermore
Emotions grow forever
Narrow
In a flame alone
In the darkness of its design, forevermore
Burning, burning bright fighting the night
Perched about the thin window sill
A beacon to the lost world
In tomorrow not all is quite not all is still
Sits the raven evermore
No one knows the shallow of will
Its flight driving the engines before
The raines far from the burning hot core
Before the storming of will
Longing for something to adore
To keep a light a candle
This island of lighted shore
A flame far far from the rains of night
Before it starts to wonder, wax, and wain
Tilting, flickering, dancing, dying
In the cold wind
Smoke arises
out
out
silent sentinel flame
a beacon of fire in their oblivion of night
Curling up
Breaking away
Dwindles this flame
The night smooth flawless hue rushes in
Endless as oceans
A presence near as a heartbeat
Gossamer as ink splashing against optics
Sorrow vast and black
A flame blazing burning out fast
the ebon dove cover thy eyes
With dark silky wings
As an alone candle flame
Burning into the night
Burning deep in the heart
Struggles against
the endless magnetic
enigmatic pragmatic night
Waves of ink crash upon
this island of gleaming shores.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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