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 © | Year Posted 2021

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