I shared my love, blindly,
     Only to be covered from her eyes,
Her hand motioned as though
To salute improperly, a shade,
     A visor of indifference.

Lonely as a firebird, I must rise from death
     And bring my ashes to her
Because I know no other way
     To reach her flame.

And with each night, fading,
Greyed out of her dark dreams,
I find it hard to go much further.
     Even the brightest flame
          Will falter.

So we turned into these isles,
     That will never share their tides.
But it would be, only, on this sorry shores
     That she will read this:

"Will she ever love me?
     Will she ever love me back?"*

© 2015 J.S.P.