The Island

There is no sting as potent as this

My spirit calls out in muted tones

For a time I believed this was home

An island never sought by explorers

Not a precious mineral to be found

Lost to the star charts and maps

But a life exists there, and still

I am desire lost in a raging sea

The spent soul of a lover’s truth

Thrice burned and hard petrified

With bolts of hurricane lightning

Doused, defeated by the waves

To be alone a welcome respite

From this godless, empty place

I’ve nothing to embrace here

My letters i...