Member Rara Avis
The Shores of Alone
Too much, sometimes, to bear the pain
of broken words and loves' undo
though heart shall live to feel again
tis hard to see through misty blue.
A curtain framed with webs of gold
and glasses with a rosy hue
made truth a distant lie untold
and time shall come to start anew.
Though pieces fallen from such break
must reincorporate into
a stronger spirit, which can take
such pain and turn aside the cruel.
By living on to find the right
to happiness and honest due
another star will form tonight
to shine contented by the moon.