The fading light a light too far,
Where broken day by dusk exhales,
Horizon-bound on windblown sails,
Afloat on seas of untold times,
A darkened hull of loss and crimes,
A present past to present gives,
And thus to future present lives,
An arrow on the unkempt tides,
Where moment to each moment guides,
Where fleeting futures drown in night,
Approaching naught but snuffed out light,
Like candles from an infant's blow,
Eyes watching unwished wishes go,
Through guilty tears on guilty seas,
Entombed within a guilty breeze.
Then splinters fly from stricken helm,
As fallen star strikes fallen realm.
This one is actually more open to interpretation than I originally intended. Certain lines present themselves in certain ways, yet offer, it seems, different possibilities. For: what is this "present" that the past gives, and toward which future is the present "living"? What is the premise: the wish? And what is the aftermath of the strike? Where one star falls while another seems to disappear, who can tell?
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