As the life in her fades, so does the light in her eyes. Her beloved denies the darkness.
Originates from beyond the Heavens,
Or so I am told.
I cannot believe in anything higher than love.
What leaves, besides the light from her eyes?
What departs, besides the life that goes astray?
Even in death, she kills me.
I hang from her retinas,
The bold light and me,
To stare at the skies
Makes me wonder, contemplate, and ponder
The stories told in unlimited passageways.
The tunnels through her mind,
Make their trails to her heart
To create a labyrinth
For my starvation,
For my thirst.
I love what could be loved
By God above,
For her story is a long one,
As He is vast,
As He is long
As her darkened gaze find a way to a grave
To take its place on a pedestal,
For simple admiration
Of a thousand faces who see the same.