In a cobalt mood, your eyes—
Colour me in graves and dust,
The scent of your hair a lofty drug,
I gave you my hand but could not
Find yours, your hot breath exhales
As I suffocate in a room without walls
When will this day only begin, when
The frail light we see is in pieces?

I once heard you whisper my name
And woke from a dream of new days
Imagined.  I once tasted your calling lips
And died in the ocean climes of thirst,
Swimming to the moon in your milky eyes
And mostly all the flashing stars watched
As I crashed into the barren, sodden earth.

And my body, born, fell like black trees,
After a vast, vale of forest blazed in flames.