Love Poem by Alexander Thomas

Embers spread across the sands of time,
Over which charred souls stand and weep,
From their tears the seas will climb,
To the promise we too seldom keep.

Silver waves wash over virgin shores,
And rise as spirits to form clouds,
With lightning strike to baffle nature's laws,
To yonder which the picture shrouds.

Dreams cascade over the world's edge,
With clutching hands onto life we hold,
Through eternity we make this pledge,
Often to fate's tragic misfortune told.

To the burning truth each is blind,
Of many moons and stars above,
Only in good faith to all be kind,
And in the end the word is love.