Measureless.

And now I can see

That everything we used to be

Was fated.

My silvery teardrops got lost in your stream

Diving daringly, reluctant to wait,

Smelting into a swamping star,

Mirroring this newborn scar,

Of piercing gazes and salty strokes,

Of shattered virginal crumbs,

Of feeling close and still too far. 

And now I can see

That you concealed my raven eyes,

For I was drifting down a maze,

Where infant angels bawled nearby.

But even along such path,

Inside my aching, silent fright, 

I docked on inky pupils,

Which silently lurked out of sight.

Still when I endeavoured the beads

Blackness had nurtured,

We drank and drank, and laughed and cried.

So believe me when I say,

That, though nothing can be fixed,

My river keeps these tears safe,

In a vastness of auroras. 

Addah Monoceros.
©2006.