wide-eyed
forgotten islands of self
reef-starved
rose again from oceans blue
and deep

songs flame in farewell
and god
these skies.

i have seen a sun rise within me
that i'd thought long dead
still
and mute

and whilst beautiful tragedy,
thick with mockery
sinks this sun slow to sea's end,
distant wonders
gold and glowing and
gone
reign yet.

night's charcoal blue
and shores ember strokes
may keep me a while
but sleep is a seaborn breeze
stealing in from hope's
now-dark
and stolen horizon.

there is no end
to this life.