Every Man Remains An Island

You pace with the gaudy crowd, the pied throngs on urban land, but you reckon all unbowed that Every Man Remains an Island. Albeit the work is often shared and you adore her and would love to be loved forever and cared for, treasuring loyalty, your Truelove. A bold bridge, you say, can cross even the icy rivers of the winter, yet the shimmery stars across the sky offer infinite encounter. And as a bleached new daybreak prepares to cast its sallow nets, nascent shadows at the lake trickle down to petals of florets. And then the alarm clock rings, a reversed dream ignites a bonfire of the lyre in your heart that brings forth a new verse in jazzy sapphire.