The Isolationist

I spoke of hidden worlds,
but she never heard a sound.
I stroked her auburn hair,
bestrided feet did lay a crown.
I watched her inside of dreams,
she slept draped beside a gown.

I sailed the empty streets,
a town of boats had run aground.
I walked upon the beach,
lost lovers were left to drown.
I opened my weary eyes,
observed scenes yet to surround.

I swallowed exalted breath,
until a pulse cannot be found.
I carried the heavy heart,
empty holes in open ground.
I buried love forever deep,
in rusted chains that held it bound.

I fell from midnight skies,
foretold fields were once renowned.
I held within a secret solstice,
currents swell oceans surround.
I swayed in mountain waves,
crestfallen dreams hung profound. 

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