And black rivers of the most poisonous kind
Poured forth from my eyes
It seemed to stem from my heart
And I fight for my tears become clear
Like the purest of snow where the air is clean
I had lost better sight of myself
As I passed thru the darkness of the waters
I found myself blinded by.
I looked for the eye of the storm
For some chance to breath.
Now I stand in the graveyard of my soul
Hopes buried by the dust that calls me
To keep my head down under the ground
And not look for a different view
All while their eyes are ever upwards
But I find myself looking for rain clouds
in the sun where I might find color in my life
And I found a marvel
In the dead of night amongst
The unmarked tombstones
There stands a woman formed by light and air
And eyes of such a sea of blue
The skies turn green with envy
And the flora of the earth is made
more beautiful, kissed by her gentleness
She stands human
Embodying the stars and galaxies
Born by love and burning with life
And the sun lightens her path
And I am beholden to her gaze.
From my black eyes light breaks thru them
And all the nightshades and vile absinthes
Empty themselves of me
And relinquish their ruinous infections
Within me by the sound of her voice.
Tho it is not me
For which she breaks silences and echos,
But for the world, for herself.
Yet I cannot help but believe her words
They are also for me and I am in the eye of the storm.
