My love is gone among the darkest suns,
Gone where night is never done,
And life does not touch the stars or trouble time;
Where the troubled waters of this dead earth,
Give way among these dry stones and leaves:
Seeking solace from this cruel fate —eternal love.
My heart sinking into dampness and the pit,
Amid shadows of black pillars and demented thoughts:
Floating toward a distant land, broken, alone –
Lost in the gray mists of doubt and despair,
Till time and love and all measured truths, disperse
And find me broken among these fading vines and oaken hollows,
Where the dark one dwells at the world’s black rim, wailing
– Steven Craig Hickman ©2014 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.