When eyes locked he fell
And time set a new fever
Upon the world. It did not
Help that her voice touched
And moved and tore into
His stone as if water carved
A million years of buried lime
Or that the spheres that sang
Were now sounding discordant,
Confounded as he was, fallen,
Empty as the universe, slight
As the lonely, lost, and unlighted
Seas of the moon.
And her hair,
It was not fair, that the endless,
Playful stars could fire even brighter
Below the forgotten heavens.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC
When eyes locked he fell
And time set a new fever
Upon the world. It did not
Help that her voice touched
And moved and tore into
His stone as if water carved
A million years of buried lime
Or that the spheres that sang
Were now sounding discordant,
Confounded as he was, fallen,
Empty as the universe, slight
As the lonely, lost, and unlighted
Seas of the moon.
And her hair,
It was not fair, that the endless,
Playful stars could fire even brighter
Below the forgotten heavens.
