‘Tis midnight on the hallowed shore
Of sands swept to the ocean floor.
Beneath a thick and foggy mist
Of darkest death Sweet Night hath kissed.
Amidst the shadow of a spire,
That once burned of brilliance and fire.
But dimmed and void of all light shone,
Now guards none from Hymen's groan.
A wail of anguish through each night
Of misappropriated plight,
Searching an endless tomorrow,
Cries the ghost of Timeless Sorrow.
A man who held his lifelong dream
In a lover's eyes once agleam.
But by temptation fell to shame,
Giving his lust before his name.
There, by the glint gone from her eye,
By a sad and silent goodbye,
He cast his life unto the sea
Upon a ship named Misery.
That once again true love might smile
In purest white walking that aisle.
Her eyes upon a brighter face,
Than his, who by love, brought disgrace.
Only in hopes would come a day
Her memory might slip away.
But stormy skies held him steadfast
Anchored, somehow, to dismayed past.
Every wind upon the ocean
Breathing fire from her emotion.
Every wave a crashing token
Of the promise he had broken.
Every spatter of fallen rain
An ikon of tears spent in vain.
Every glimpse of lightning ‘cross the sky,
Quickening the heart and the eye.
As if, like love, a blinding tease
That only leads to darker seas.
As if by passion, lured on,
By her very essence, hope drawn.
So from seasons of regretting,
From years spent, never forgetting,
Toward calmer skies, through gentle foam,
The Misery guided him home.
Per chance to look upon her eyes.
To see her love, see her surprise.
By the slim chance she might forgive,
That, somehow, again he might live.
Wherein by landfall come to sight
Beneath glimmering lighthouse light,
A marble cross facing the sea
That called to him from sheer beauty.
But closer inspection thereof
Brought words to wrench his heart of love.
"Forever longing, here lies she
Who lost her love to Misery."
Awakened to his sin of pride
Upon her grave there, too, he died.
The lighthouse above, falling dark,
As if, somehow, his grave to mark.
For the raging tides of the sea
Carried him back to Misery,
To search Forever's tomorrow
For her soul in Timeless Sorrow.
It's the little things you take for granted,
That'll mean the most to you when they're gone.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 02-08-2000).]