Illusory Isles

Illusory isles dot the distance between
The theme of the three, and a shape to be seen,
Called before the clutter; would you ask for another
If you knew the night was new?

Every escape is never enough,
Unable to float, forlorn in the fluff,
Tormented by the torches
They leave to light my way;
An oak or an orchid
Are all that seem to stay...

And I'd like to learn the lesson,
If time is meant to teach;
But all these blurry blessings
Show me simply how to leech.
And I'd rather be a body
Interred beneath the ground
Than take another tawdry
Bite beyond my bounds.

But I live on this island,
Inside my illusions,
Etched in my errant eyes.
I sit in the silence,
Contrive my conclusions,
Unveil an apparent guise...

Elusive arrivals are all I can see,
The key to the keep, and a reason to weep,
All before the flutter; would you stop for a stutter
If you knew you had the room?