One time not too long ago
a sunset would avert my eyes.
Its beauty surpassed my idea
of reality canonized.
Soon, I adjusted and could stare,
and read what the world would tell;
but then a light, whose eyes I could not meet,
had intoxicated me like a Lenaea's spell.
Then the earth quivered as I fell,
awaking hours later and alone no longer.
The light-- superior than a mundane description--
was the warmth by whom my soul was conquered.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 11:42 PM UTC
One time not too long ago
a sunset would avert my eyes.
Its beauty surpassed my idea
of reality canonized.
Soon, I adjusted and could stare,
and read what the world would tell;
but then a light, whose eyes I could not meet,
had intoxicated me like a Lenaea's spell.
Then the earth quivered as I fell,
awaking hours later and alone no longer.
The light-- superior than a mundane description--
was the warmth by whom my soul was conquered.
