With storm comes the heartbeat of man,
In shattered love their mourning’s lost-
The wistful rain beats against harrowed bones,
And blue pearls shimmer in the fog.
A memory lost where a life begun,
Where friends laid now is thick with thorn,
Viridian coils around a sodden shore.
The island is no longer seen,
Nor its name spoken, nor its tales told-
Shadows blossomed where cracks ached,
Clutching the rafters when they can,
Where dust and stones are torn apart by wind.
What one could give,
But for a shattered chalice of innocence-
A piteous grasp toward the final pulse.