Dear Atlas, come rest your weary bones.
Lay down your burdens upon the sepulcher
And mourn for the bereaved.
Look to the heavens in hopes to catch but a glimpse of that holy entity --
That sweet angel laid to rest an age ago.
Ease your encumbered shoulders
And do take a drawn-out breath
For you, dear Atlas, are deserving of rest.

You look into her eyes
And you see the stars.
A whole galaxy untold.
Her heart, the sun--
Radiant, warm, good.
From her lips, a whisper of truth:
a simple "I love you."
And within you stirs all the glory
And splendor of the unknown.