She stood there in front of him,

When the sun was then gleaming,

An enticing smile,

She that looked upon him,

It was but a day,

A blink,

Before he had known

That the lover’s eye was blinding,

Thus year's had passed, and

his rose began shiverling ,

A youth lost to unkind times,

Wisdom grew inside his heart,

he went to spread them,

Like lovers do,

Only to learn why poets spoke in tunes,

Could the rodents meet the eagle's heights,

Could they understand the lover's heart?

When freedom sored high above the clouds,

when chaos was left behind,

His ego did not rule,

She looked at him confused,

Lost in the clutch of time,

It wasn't her who grew,

To rewrite the script of what they knew,

The tokens turned to favor him,

She was lost at sea,

A ship capsizing

Would she find the sun to light

Her day, the lighthouse to guide her way?

He no longer cared,

He no longer cared,

When the eagle's sore to the moon,

The rodents fall from view.

-L.D.