The Isle of Cinder

I wonder, I wonder
What lies asunder
In the deep mirror waters before me

I wonder, I wonder
Below grey skies of rain and thunder
If I should pity frailty

I wonder, I wonder
Always, on this isle of cinder
My mind, a ravenous aerie

Come and take me ocean;
Wash away my still body
Let it be an hideous beacon
To all travelling boatmen
Of the dreariness of vanity

Come and rip me ocean
Tear these limbs apart
Let me be a crumbling beacon
To all wandering boatment
Of a man who forgot his heart

I wonder, I wonder
With eyes toward the skies domed border
In the deep waters engulfing me

Now I am a capsule of amber
An anchor of anger
On the waves of remembrance
Now a fallen sailor
A half spoken rumour
A man who sought deliverance

I am ash

No words spoken over bitter waves
Nothing to bleed for
Nothing to look for
Lost years, a battallion of hate
Such a fool, an instrument of fate