Poem -

without a flame.

There may be hope for us yet my love
On some furthest planet Unnamed,
unclaimed by the creative hands Of God.

not heaven nor hell risen
A biblical prison,

Are you an angel my love
Or a devil without devotion,

I am an alien dwelling
The deepest littoral ocean.

I'd drown a million times over
To be revived only by your name,

Enter the hottest of all hells
To worship your eternal flame,

Are you an angel my love
Dead to the world
only alive to that of me.

I am an alien dwelling the deepest depths
In search of an understanding galaxy

one that remembers me,

without biblical dictation
searching each star's rotation

in love, for loving salvation,

Are you an angel my love
or a devil without desire,

I am alien nation
not of God's creation

A loving empire of fire,

Maybe there's hope for us yet my love
A universe untouched, unfulfilled

A planet not yet revealed,

solidarity within the light
not a human hand could build,

that kind of love is alien
A unique heart it's shield.

I am an alien dwelling
The deepest littoral ocean
searching for you my love, my devotion.

I'd drown a million times over
to be revived only by your name,

walk throughout the darkness
in light shall be thy fain,

I am an alien without a flame.

nardine Sanderson 05/10/2015.

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