Morior

The moonlight seemed a shadow As he closed his eyes Remembering perfection Thinking of the beauty of the stars That he had never seen Reflected in the endless seas Tide over tide Washing away The imperfection Of his eyes Words That fell from dew-dropped lips Like prisms of reality So clear, diffracting meaning Into infinite aesthetic Inside He still remembers What he wanted so much then to say That fateful time When morning never came When life gave way And mirrors in the moonlight Left his sight yearning for something more Than silver stares Bittersweet years And tears of self-reflection Into the skies He speaks the words That he before had never heard "O most beautiful, sweet angel of my soul Seducer into nothingness A fire amongst the cold of my existence Endless mirror Perfect meaning As I look into your soul I cannot help but drown As I feel into your soul I cannot help but become terrified As dark Narcissus, staring into his own eyes Subsumed into the infinite I find such beauty in this one becoming Going under You gave unto my sight The shadows of the night You held my breath beneath the wave-crests of your crystal soul Anew I rose From 'neath the sea Between the shards of broken glass In fire and ash I rose Anew But you You made it so real That I cannot feel you Anymore" One single tear diffracts the light And shatters into ash and flame In sunrise Before darkest skies In open eyes He sees the stars He tried so hard To find