On Paradise Isle
I forgot how to smile.
I almost cried
the sea was so wide.
I do nothing but sit
where butterflies flit
by the sunlit bay
where slowly, slowly dies the day
in a melancholy eternity.
Too late for me to escape
this slothful solitude.
A gesture I once made seems rude.
Loneliness is the greatest seduction
anyone can know.
Appetite is a colorful bird that quickens.
The deepest addiction can be described as slow.
I love to watch the darkness grow.
Blessings on the dead!
What bliss to be them!
not to know today what today I know.