Island of my love

 

 

Just a pace further up the path

Where bathing in the escape is legal

Leaving the dove down easy

To trek another path

 

How long could last?

Variable interest long extinguished

Summer’s warm bled away

Winter snow, heart beat to a crawl

 

So slow the rhythm of the drum

Weak-withering-within these walls

These four lonely crypts of soul

She drifted away, amongst the storm

 

Can not last longer than the fortnight

Should have foretold the fainting light

 

Upon my hands a shattered hourglass

Shards pressed to my palms-

Bleeding as anemia sets in

Only one I ever loved

Only soul who ever cared

Smashed upon my hands

 

Gone are the days-of summer

The days I could keep her

Heart intact, from breaking

Upon these sullen shores