soap&diamonds

by Diamond

The wind and the waves shall take:

my bloodstained dress far from me.

And I really do think —

there is nothing left for me.

Hold my hope upon my head,

crowned in myself I stand.

But would they think me glorious,

when my dead body is brought to land.

Oh starswept island of my youth,

will you take me back once more?

Carry my sunbleached soul —

back to moonlit shores.

My dreams are not mine to keep:

they belong to the girl long ago.

Yet, even dead I still weep.

What for, even alive I did not know.