Until Oblivion

Words coalesce in amber and depart
a woeful heart, like driftwood tossed ashore;
from glittering dawn's reflection storm clouds start
and darkness dazzles senses numb and sore.
Where skies must rage and fury evermore,
like symbols some sick lie had scratched alone,
the warmth that even demons must adore--
we cleave unto a hope already gone.

When eyes can see, then reason may dismiss
mere Love, like standing in the Sun
to feed the hungry flames of passion's kiss,
and burn and burn and burn until oblivion.
What possesses me as ashes scatter by,
that even here I would still not try?