In her eyes
In her endless
eyes
In her gentle,
warm, endless eyes
Like the
darkening sky
Lie sleeping galaxies,
waterfalls
The moon itself.
Like her warmth,
that haunts me still
She whispers to
me sometimes
Between the
sheets
Of an empty bed
Where she
gathered me at dawn
And lay me down
at night.
In cold of the night,
where my will breaks again
The galaxies and
stars are dying
The steel of
words, melting
The broken
string of her instrument
That rings no
more.
So I recede
In her eyes
In her endless
eyes
In her gentle,
warm, endless eyes
Not merely a
moth content with reaching the flame
I must dance
with it, too.
