Her face is the haunt of my night
Her eyes
Lips
My forty foot billboard
My Vesuvius
I see moons and suns
Beginnings and ends
I see it all
And more
My great world war
And as all the soldiers breach the front
The enemy lines
The battle won
Lost
Memory
A spirit that finds me alone
In the hours after midnight
When I crave her visage
And pray to any god that may be real
Her eyes
Her skin
Her face
Her love
And I tread on
Seeing death with every morning
And no stars inside my night
Just a painful vision
And hopeless end
Her face is my marble statue fallen to dust
And I am the artist
Setting hands
To no purpose