This stinging curse,
goes on and on.
A history long and loud,
wrapped in plastic.
And more to call enemy.
Only the night knows,
of this vivid mockery of life
And daylight denied
by darkness.

A soul there is,
that you cannot touch.
That hasn’t blow out yet.
Combed by sea air,
and free spirits.
And the doting glances
of an island sun.

Unhurried now,
is the pain your cause.
But even the longest river,
is bound for sea.
And soon enough,
this will be settled –
by you and me.
To the fresh green,
without regret.
And a new love,
in its rebirth