Even the horizon casts a shadow,
chill in the memory, cherished
and vanished through voices, hushed.
There was something here I was meant to learn,
as the sun set watery grey
behind the veil of falling cloud.
There was something here I was meant to find,
perhaps in the saline kiss
of the breaking waves.
It passed, leaving hues of wonder
on an inquisitive mind,
too idle for god particulates.
As the darkness came to swallow me whole,
or strip me of the person I had become,
I had no choice,
but to light the flame