If only the
dead sleep soundly
Nestled in
dreamless dark
Under oceans
black as endless starless nights
Would we
come, you and I
Greet with
hearts devoid of love fire
Upon broken
shipwrecked shores of light?
Nay, there
is no soft remorse
Of dying
candles burned low
As our last
soft breath quits parted lips
But some
kind of pleasure
Our
fruitless union
Beggared,
the plunder of sunken galleon ships
Thrown unto
these waves
Un-navigated
the seas wild
We throw our
lot to fates miserly hand
Behind us
the swollen sun
That face of
burning glory
Chasing our
shadows over barren land
If each new
beginning from an end begun
Each promise
alight from a false tongue
Beggared
belief; what is true?
Token love,
token gold
And all
these tokens stripped from my soul
No token for
Charon; and none for you
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