Monday, 28 September 2026

Isla

Stand by a shadowed nave, where praise be, know I'll be saved, my eyes are like thunder, wine dark as the sea, love never slumbers, near the moon blue grave, stripped beneath the trees, nothing's left to trade, between here and eternity, explodes a lightning seed, doesn't stay to linger, my heart starts to break, it's late for the season, sun still finds a way, my face shines in wonder, a soul scrubbed clean, one nearly torn asunder, it's quiet in this place, after fifty years of greed, I'll find my own grace, someone waits for me.

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