No man is an island – the human condition
Surrounds us with people, their hearts open clear,
Yet who of these loved ones could possibly love me
As closely as my secret heart knows me here?

In good times are friendships, in bad times are foes,
In last desperate moments to you I may turn;
But in final moments ’cross dying and life,
To dust are my inner thoughts, like ash, to burn.

Each soul is an island, a beacon alone that draws
Only one person to bask in its light –
In darkness I seek you, my lover, my comfort,
To feel what I feel and to soften this night.

As much as my heart screams to share these emotions
My clumsy words fall on misguided young ears;
So only myself can I trust with my counsels
And only this solitude’s gift I hold dear.