islands, we are
we are alone in this together
patched moments cast to forever.
as we carved our moments into
stones, we chopped down a forest
exposing ourselves for the quarry.
when finally a storm came we
climbed into the pinnacle while
watching the world
in muted horror,
as the squalor below us clench
their teeth on weak branches
Fate was cruel and yet
on their demise only
carved stones stood
to the end as we see
tulips glow in bloom
(floods captured our eternity;
our two lips lay entwined).
this is how
our town drowned.
and stood three lost continents
we are one: as lovers.