Work Text:
There, on the distant shore, you
stand all alone.
“Come to me,” you call; your voice
distorted in the rising heat.
I am here, imprisoned in unyielding
sorrow, beyond your distant shore.
I am afraid, so afraid, as our shadows
unfurl in the setting sun.
A kindling love, an agonizing devotion,
nests in my birdcage heart.
An ember of sadness, an agonizing
understanding, sleeps cradled within.
I hear your call, but I cannot answer.
Tomorrow was not meant for me.
Despairing in the dying of the day,
I am nothing.
If I cannot be of any use to you,
then let me burn.
I will become, for you, a beacon: a
lighthouse on the shores of desperation.
I am afraid, so afraid, but such fears
are meaningless now.
Though the flames devour me, I will
become your guide across the waters.
There, on the shores of the river that
once divided us, you will see the dawn.