Treasure Island

Vincent Barrowcliffe


Of sorrow, of loneliness


'Thou hast fillest me with Light,
Thy reasons art unknown,  
But Thee left me in loneliness,  
For alone, now, shalt I mourn.
For what, hast Thee done this?  
Shalt an answer, not be revealed?  
For Thy child, for Thy part,  
Shalt the truth be but sealed?  
Regret, shalt I not,  
For Thou dost what is right,  
But, jocund am I,  
For Thy Light, shalt bring an answer in sight';


For a solitary born in felicity,
There art those buried forlorn,
For none, have they, to adorn,
None remain, to be borne,
Attain death, in vanity;
For those who, among shadows, dwell,
For those, who remain in the veil of night,
Whence the twilight utters and darkness tells,
Where, in the bewailing wind, is heard a knell,
Unto those, is achieved, the Heavenly Light;
But for the realm, wherein lie,
The dead, whilst the baying wind's gloomy cry,
Whence the darkness foretells,
'A man shall dwell, a man shall die';

Thence the aurora speaks,
Gleaming, in the twilit skies,
For the forsaken, seeks, what remains unsought,
A chortle heard, amongst mournful cries;
He who walks upon the unbeknownst path,
Toward the night of dawn,
As bespeaks his Will, of what has he,
Upon his pilgrimage, he shall be forever gone;
For a lone man seeks, what remains unsought,
A darkened light, remains fraught,
An unkept tryst with death,
Neath the whispering wind's breath;


For those, who depart, amongst dry tears,
Unto those in Heaven, bless'd, departed,
Whence return they, who keep the forgotten promise,
Unto those, who forever shall stay parted,
For thence, are shed truer tears,
The One, who forever hears,
Of them, who lament, mourn
For once a death achieved, remains forever sworn;
We weep for those, who cease,
To walk upon the earthly boulevard,
For they travel now, in His Light,
Whence life, is sublime, unmarr'd;
The departed seek, what remains unsought,
His Bless, of sublimity, of Light,
What in the earthly realm, shall be forever fraught,
Of ungiven reflections, of gloomy light;

Of their empt, unto, whence shall be felt,
Whence lay their mortal remains,
Upon their graves, unto their life,
And, of their peregrination in Holy planes,
Whence our elders depart,
Unto the realms unknown,
Whilst we lament for their demise,
They, in Holier realms, bemoan;
For whence in grief, a soul,
Is abound, the departed remain not,
Jocund; For those who grieve, seek the unsought,
For life, in mortal realms, is with fate, bound, fraught;


Of darkened light, of mournful day,
I speak, to Thee, of my loneliness,
A forgotten child, dreams his end,
Of a curse, and of a bless;
As Thy child enters,
The shadows of dusk remain,
In Thy world of gloom,
Thy child grows vain;
Of a wreath carried in memoriam,
The twilight sinks into the unknown,
Whence the dawn enters into the night,
A child, shall shed a tear, alone.

Submitted: Friday, July 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 08, 2013

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