Is it a truth

Is it a truth

A statement of relative fact

Or metaphor

For an undisclosed malaise

Hidden from view

By the turn of a phrase

When the cock doth crow

What will I know

Of this relationship

With the living

When the lonely

Lighthouse shines

In the moment of its passing

Cleaving the night

Leaving darkness

In its wake

There are no people

On these dark islands

Surrounded by sea

Do they lure

Or repel

Isolation drove men insane

Before automation

Brought redundancy

Is there life

In the call of the wilderness

A drift toward realism

At the turn of a head

What of the living

In the land of the dead

When the heart

Has been torn

From its slumber

Before its time

As the cock doth crow

There is always denial

To halt progress

Tethering the grieving soul

To past demeanours

There is only sorrow

In abandonment

Clasp the hand of friendship

Helping you aboard

The high tide

Will soon wash the bones

Of this place away

Seek a homecoming

Give it permission

A new life

Is waiting to begin.