Here are lovers
Burned against
The sinking
Shredded sun,
Their shadows
Cracked as statuettes
And fractured
Into one.
In broken
Whispers words are
Washing
Endlessly ashore,
Their laughter
Echoes emptily
“Forever.”
Then no more.
Hey...how cool is this, a band made up of folk from my work have turned this poem into a song, go check out Ard Amas.
