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.