From the drops of the sun
They made a sphere,
Some imaginary golden globe
Just right for two,
And lay inside the confines
Of its pleasured fields.
All day as if in Eden
All night each other's arms,
Where undisrupted by the ruins of time,
They, vagabonds,
Walked the opened roads of love.
Wealthy with all the world there in their hands
They afforded extravagant prizes upon themselves,
A king and queen
Residing in palaces whose gilded towers
Assaulted the serenity of arching skies.
Time - ah but time - deceived them,
Ticked itself into a thunder
Turned upon their hearts,
Time rambled like a madness inside them.
To and fro along the castle walls,
Unbearably restless, wrapped in herself,
In the thick red knots, the desired desires,
Springtime brought forth blossoming.
So she tore at the seams to get her freedom's worth
Of pleasures picked up in the streets around,
While he sacrificed his agonies, in pubs, on ******,
To the bank and crawl of the surging traffic
Down busy streets, in vagrant alleys
After all night drunks,
He scratched at the diamonds of forgetfulness
In concrete walls.
And she burnt down the bridges which led to her heart
And the great feast lay lonely then,
And the distant road, led by distracted emotions on,
Ran past the door, and the windows stood
Larger than the world,
And the sunlight was conquered
By darkness.
