Time turned transparent, once again a distant ocean captured and held my tears
Over half a lifetime ago, I had wept in joy and confusion
Now the tears fell hard with bitterness, the empty loss of these ravaged years
A lifetime swept away by the promises unfulfilled, the irrevocable unrealized love that knows no substitution

To fill my heart with such a longing love, this wish, web-like, weaving
Bringing this battered but beautiful gift into my domain
Tearing my heart's vision with the sight of her ever leaving
"Better to have loved and lost..." the author not knowing the cost of so much pain

The waves washed over this granite-lined shore
A blood-red harvest moon rose from the ocean, illuminating the sea oats and the sandy sedges
As they waved and watched over my exposed heart once more
My vision blurred with the tears of so many years, ever encroaching the present, crowding in the edges

It began with a glance
A war waged within, this battle was over before it had begun
Intertwining two lives, stair-stepped in a spiral architecture set to entrance
A floral flourishment bloomed forth, fed from the radiance of her sprit's sun

Now only nightshade thrives in the darkness of a wanting heart so scarred
The rising sun in the West shall never see the abhorrence and bitterness that is held there
From this perception she will be forever barred
Yet how can I not carry this to her? My opening heart revealing the wounds held there?

The setting sun in the South, how shall she perceive me? Is there hope still
For her radiance to once again shine forth covering my world once again with her light?
How can I traverse this Earth while it still plunders my heart of all that I love until
All that remains is a burning bitterness, the only warmth to hold me through the night?

I have found that a soul can bleed
When the darkness embraces, when your very spirit yearns for release, to just be
When your whole essence just begs for a love to be, a heart to need
When there is no heart nor home that will accept me

This heart must be mended soon; I need the rising sun in the West to know, to be able to give
Without the contempt for the serpents who pillaged under the cover of deceit
I need her to know what a wonder she has given to my life, what a wonder Wendy is by giving her a life to live
I want to be able to show her, to tell her, to lay my heart at her feet

All this can be unlocked with the key
Yet the key is lost, unwilling to be found
I cannot give up hope or I would cease
The Darkness would win and my soul it would completely enshroud

I cannot give up hope, I cannot forget…I have seen