Bonnie Collins - Dying Love

Thrashing waves pounding against the rocks, the sound of distant
seagulls screaching from afar, all seem to know the time is near

Distantly the amber glow of a lonely lighthouse seems to be
fading further and further out of sight, sadows now make it only
visiable

Fading in and out, I can still feel the numbness which has actually
become my only reprieve from reality

Ever so close now, my dear, time is no longer a commodity
nor is it even an equation

Smoky spaces seem to be more present than the air I breath
Even after the seagulls no longer cry, the lighthouse loses its shadow
After the doves now replace the darkness, will I ever stop loving you......

Bonnie Collins

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