The window is shattered
The door shut close
He is all her poetry
She is his arid prose

Like the tide bounded to moon
They violently rise and fall
Two paque souls washed up in zenith
Emotions withered with uphill crawl

Dewy eyes encompassed sweet terrors
Their still warmth lingers in valley of past
Haunting the spiritual moors of fusion
In the scriptures of silence only last

He is lost in the stars of his demise
She is infuse revolving around his planet
Until his husky heart loses the war of life
Until her soul suffocates in silk blanket