A Sea, Black with Ink

This seemed

To me

The place

To be -

Interred

Beneath

The ink

Black Sea.

You and

I did

Settle where

Our words

Composed

The life

We Shared.

Each breath

Became

A tale

Of years

The air

We breathed -

Our hopes,

Our fears -

So never could

An idle phrase

Pass from

Your lips

To mine.

______

Now when

I wake

At night

I see

White lights -

Not stars,

But just

As bright -

Burn by

The things

I meant
And said
Upon

The Isle

Of your
Godhead.
Beacons -
With pure
Intent,
Of course -
Will coax
Me in
With no
Remorse,
Reminding me
The price that's paid

For naked honesty.