Now flown from heavy rain to devouring sun
by O. C. Woods
i reach the warmth of shores through Serpertine
changed from scratch and new to shade
erase the former days to forget what in Love was made.
darkest sunshine i've known theses nowadays stars
stabbing inside waves and luminous streams
oh can I survive this flight to burning sun?
have I lived my very last travelling run?
until the lost seconds of life myself consumes
from the striking lack of before sparkling fiumes
Need to forget the far away land born ashes
survive The Grim Island where bright sorrow lies.